I don't wanna hear just my words, just my voice
She loves you
I'll take the moon for you...
Spit on it
They don't like this
We have to wash our blood, our blame
They have to cut your preety hair away
We have to wash our faces, yeah
On that gard you are just the Gardner
Cutting the sadness...
Don't waist you time!
We have to wash our blood, our blame
They have to cut your preety hair away
We have to wash our faces, yeah
