opening the old doors Rooms with pain stained on the walls and floors Once broken now restored The truth is found where we find ourselves Floating in the spaces
re opening the old doors Rooms with pain stained on the walls and floors Once broken now restored The truth is found where we find ourselves Floating in the spaces
comme des bambous Le shit squad tient le bon bout Toujours dans les bons coups En tout cas, on s'adonne pas a la para Ici-bas, on decompresse comme on
ocean, life is motion Move on Like a wind that's always blowing, life is flowing Move on Like the sunrise in the morning, life is dawning Move on How
I dreamt I had to go to Mars. I'm always kidding on about going to Mars for the day, but faced with the reality of it, in a dream, i was terrified.
ad-libs)] I wish I - I wish I had just a little more time (more time) Instead I give you this and leave more on your mind (on your mind) Me and Busta
And what comes next? A chance to save ourselves? Imagine magma encrusted in rock And on the surface of this world, all eyes are on the clock Cos all
Slow dancing On the boulevard In the quiet moments While the city's still dark Sleep walking through the summer rain In the tired spaces You could hear
Well, just a vacant space With wall and paint that's chipping The clock's a-striking three And there's no way I'm proving That doesn't (?) falls on
for yourself The things that are resting there Beneath the surface. What you read in books Everything that you study Cannot convey the whole picture Remember Our grandfathers passed on
we found peace in shadows long enough to see the monsters rise candy's got some space to fill in her daydreams living high on yesterday's lie talking
Well, just a vacant space With wall and paint that's chipping The clock's a-striking three And there's no way I'm proving That doesn't (?) falls on you
emotion gives her away People learn their lines And they act out their part Then they talk on cue But it's got no heart It's all on the surface And
my shadow, my shining covering, my name. The graven names are not their names, but ours. Expectation, endlessly engraved, is a question to beg. Blemishes on exposed surfaces
think of how to escape Which path to take Like the red thread that guides you out of your Labyrinth Tied up, down on the seafloor No way to surface
Slow dancing on the boulevard In the quiet moments while the city's still dark Sleepwalking through the summer rain and the tired spaces You could hear
be alright I'm out the door but let me stay just one more night CHORUS (It might seem) It seems like I'm in love (On the surface) But that'
me happily clappin Big barrels, heavy ammo, man the mammal Packed in commando, rapidly practice supreno Crack my fingers on pianos I torture you with orchestra tackle on