We're not all hiding under the sheets
Mother's son, beautifully dressed
But walks the streets only in his vest
I'm here again, nothing's changed
I'm flying through on my drifting plain
And I graced the earth with my views
You don't wanna hear, well, that's up to you
Say what you want about me
'Cause I don't believe what I read
So I don't mind, you see you
Have no clue of where I'm going to
White feathered medicine
Is what I crave and all's forgiven
And their fragile wings and delicate cries
Comfort me and my bleeding eyes
See beyond a weary face
You're all the same and there's a pretty little face
It says nothing to me about who I am
I've got nothing to burn, only your sorry hands
Time to put a stop to it, I had to put up with it
Now I'm sick and tired of it so
Take your views to some other avenue
I don't care, you do as you please
Your crying face and begging on your knees
I know what to do, so leave me be
I've got this feeling, it could be the death of me
I circle around the view I'm in
I wait for days, my patience wearing thin
And I wait for you, tirelessly
Nothing gained, I just fall to sleep
So you're writing a letter now, I'm taking a look
While you're signing with kisses and talk of how much
You want to help me write, I ride into the sky
Breathe a sigh of relief We're not all hiding under the sheets Mother's son, beautifully dressed But walks the streets only in his vest I'm here again, nothing's changed I'm flying through on my drifting plain And I graced the earth with my views You don't wanna hear, well, that's up to you Say what you want about me 'Cause I don't believe what I read So I don't mind, you see you Have no clue of where I'm going to White feathered medicine Is what I crave and all's forgiven And their fragile wings and delicate cries Comfort me and my bleeding eyes See beyond a weary face You're all the same and there's a pretty little face It says nothing to me about who I am I've got nothing to burn, only your sorry hands Time to put a stop to it, I had to put up with it Now I'm sick and tired of it so Take your views to some other avenue I don't care, you do as you please Your crying face and begging on your knees I know what to do, so leave me be I've got this feeling, it could be the death of me I circle around the view I'm in I wait for days, my patience wearing thin And I wait for you, tirelessly Nothing gained, I just fall to sleep So you're writing a letter now, I'm taking a look While you're signing with kisses and talk of how much You want to help me write, I ride into the sky Explain Request ×
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