Tekstovi: Poor Old Lu. The Weeds That Grow Around My Feet.

wrapped up in my self instead
and if i fall this time
will it be the last time
for this crime
anger has more of my soul
than i ever wished it would hold
and as i let it go
and watch how it grows
it won't fold
do i love this world?
can i breath beyond here?
flowers have grown round my
eyes, and ears
the soil it soaks all my tears
how i'm tired of standing here
and i'm sick of the heat
that's so near
and if we're all right
and if we can't be wrong
then we needn't fear
we're almost there

like i'm depressed and i hold a gun
do i love this world?
can i breath beyond here?
it's just the same
just falling rain
all the more reason to stay
what is this scene?
it's brown and green
the weeds that grow
around my feet
it's just the same
just falling rain
all the more reason to stay
what is this scene?
it's brown and green
the weeds that grow
around my feet