I watch that open flame Bright light and beautiful orange I watch that open flame I watch that open flame Dear God its calling my name I watch that open flame It was our job to make the money And it was he who took all the risks And we would sit down and wrestle our tummies Some serotonin to kill the dope sick But as you may know lying face first in the snow I dreamt of days so long ago Do you remember them? Where did they go? Ah aaahhh Whatd you say? Oh no dont reply Its just the voices inside Oh no I cant decide They say youre not here Im not To feel no fear Its just my sickness Youre nothing youre no one You dont exist Its the voices inside Which is mine I wasnt born with a silver spoon That was then but I got one now This ritual will kill me soon Hey mom and dad be proud Wednesday night they sweep the street With my record they play for keeps I dont have any words to say And we would wonder what took him so long Half humming this unsung song Did they find his works in his cold Dead hand, a sunny day at Rikers Island More to say the least and never would it last It was the nature of the beast It meant present, no future, no pastTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
