Got good intentions Isn't it enough? No, it is not enough. The comprehension of letting yourself get charmed by a bluff is upon me There's nothing I can do There's always something I could do Where would I be if it wasn't for you? So I just do what I'm supposed to do I watch you turn into А siсkly biomass of black and blue
In the city of no palms Snow is falling and I am holding her in my arms We don't talk. She's sick, I'm stoned But my choice was my own I wanted to have a good time But she, medicated highly Does it to survive Where's that wonder cure?
A bit of degradation free with every breath Oddly feels like trust has been misplaced I love the scenery but hate the faces And so for now
I ride on the wings of hope Pushed on by the winds of dope You'll get pulled back No matter how hard you go There is a distance and there is a rope
When I wake up tomorrow I'll know what was at stake today
