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 money
I always wanted to become a good good boy Now I know I am not They say « Boy you?re living on the moon » But I swear I am not If I could I surely would
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
Tell me why when I?m alone My room looks bigger than it is My left hand is stuck on the phone The other one scratches my knees I press my face against
the line and he killed them one by one When he returned I had to erase the « aleph » On the forehead of the beast now the only word you can read is «
J.E.S.U.S said ?Love the one who?s next to you, then the one who?s next to you will love you too? Then J.E.S.U.S said ?Love your neighbours? but he didn
Sometimes I want to show you what?s in the attic Of our relationship Time has made a picture turn in yellow And I want you to know You want to know where
love the money To live for the money and work that hard Be content with flowers blooming And children growing And don?t work that hard Just because your time is
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
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
