Every day, my life plays on I try my best to sing along But my mind's like a feather in the wind Feeling good, then feeling bad I can't get off my fucking back Reminding myself all I've gotten wrong
Oh, no, high time now Gotta move my body to the earth's sweet sound Gonna plant my feet, gonna loosen my hold On my old sob story, and let it die
Every day, I'm looking out of the window Wrapped around my eyes I'm peering through a tinted glass I want to see clear, I want to be free From all the ways I get lost in defence and critique My kaleidoscope head
Oh, no, high time now Gotta move my body to the earth's sweet sound Gonna plant my feet, gonna loosen my hold On my old sob story, and let it die
Oh, no, high time now Gotta move my body to the earth's sweet sound Gonna plant my feet, gonna loosen my hold On my old sob story, and let it die
Oh, no, high time now Gotta move my body to the earth's sweet sound Gonna plant my feet, gonna loosen my hold On my old sob story, and let it die
Oh, no, high time now Gotta move my body to the earth's sweet sound Gonna plant my feet, gonna loosen my hold On my old sob story, and let it die On my old sob story, or let it dieTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
