We?ve seen storms, and hurricanes too But we?ve been through Hidden paths and buried towns Still waiting for december to be gone Now that winter is over
There are flowers in my room And they don?t need a job They just need time To grow and die And the lovers on their cloud don?t give a shit about the
be a bit thinner without you But in a week you will be gone and that?s a disaster My belly is already empty and my eyes are on fire And a big black beard is
word, I can be the rudest guy in the world I may be late sometimes Well my head is a trashcan, and I forget everything My mind isn?t clean, and my brain is