Straight from the heart
To buy, you look like nothing's up
Where the air labours your mind
You look the part
Too bad I'm nothin' ever too
Where the air labours you're mind
Who are we?
To bring the fire down
Who are we supposed to please
When you're friggin' round
All of me
To something that I say
For your fire, yeah that sounds great
And I got a friend....
It's whatever you wanna be
Now, you're alone and it's up to me
You get to be
More strung out than you thought you'd be.
