4 acessos
Old pictures of sad smiles old friends that we can't see
Things like stained paintings past joys that brings sadness to
the present
And i doing the obvious to hurt me
You know that you can't pay everyone pay everything or do your
enterprise
In your basement where things are hidden in dust
I know i need lies to feel more safe come to me tell me what's
not true
I don't need to be certain i'm getting depressed
I want to play something that only you can create
Your story is so recent you need someone to carry you it could
be me
There is some harmony what's fun is not joining it's to make a
part of it
So just sing that you will see