I feel like have the whole world in my own room
The bed will be the one can complain
I live my dreams from what see trough my window
And I will have no gain without pain
My neighbor is a seehorse in a blue lamp
For he i could be dead and he don't care
Radio is been for long time the only mentor
And tv teached me how dream but by mistake
What's wrong in me?
Why can't disappear?
What's wrong in me?
Why can't disappear?
What's wrong in me?
That smoke is blowing me
Am I really come undone?
That smoke is blowing me
Am I really come undone?
That smoke is blowing me
Am I really come undone?
That smoke is blowing me
Am I really come undone?
That smoke is blowing me
Am I really come undone?
That smoke is blowing me
Am I really come undone?
Am I really come undone?
Am I really come undone?
Am I really come undone?