Vista previa
Thunder, flash and lightening is working on my back
The tables in the kitchen are tryin´ to break my neck
All the late night memories are leaning in my shoes
My mother´s old grey leather gloves are singing loud the blues
I can taste what´s in the sun
No time to waste ´cause there is none
When I feel blue I see it shine
But still it´s true I´m doin´ fine
You can´t see me ´cause now I´m all free
Now you know I´m through
And all that´s not new
Sitting on a paperback ´cause I don´t know what really cracks
I´m tryin´ to climb my pencil to get high
No one tells me what to do ´cause no one knows what I´ve been through
You don´t know a thing but you can learn
It´s time to touch the sky
My mind is free I fly
I can taste...