- cifra
They call me crazy
But i'm just waiting
For the world around me to change
I'm thinking maybe if we look in time
We'll find the love and piece of mind
Can't see the halos, can't feel the wings low
But I've got faith that the angels will see
Walking on heaven
Streets will on my painted gold
Walking on heaven
Free your mind and let it go
Some call it lazy, but all that I'm saying
Its please, don't waste your time
You keep hating, but why not try saving the love.
Can't see the halos, can't feel the wings low
But I've got faith that the angels will see
Some say we're tripping
But we're just believing
