Used to be this kind
The kind that break all down
But now I'm on my way
Lost and desperate
Here I am, where do I go,
I don't know,
Oh things have turned so bad
Amazon, I miss you
Creep across the street,
Like a snail waiting a tire
Creep all your way long,
You'll justify your tears
Am I wrong, cynical,
Painting everything in grey
No, things are not so bad…
Amazon, I miss you
Amazon, I miss you
