You never stop and you never feel emprisoned.
Like a flying bird.
Oh man hey.
These blue jeans. Pen and papers can't hold my heart.
Please come and say to me
That he's not gonna rescue me
I'm heart and he's hart
Come And go like he's
feeling and blury days
are fading in his blue jeans away.
Music is rhythm and life a shadow.
Don't respect decisions, but life.
Get that stupid fire
and jump on the state.
Bring ghosts and whitches today
is gonna be hard to play.
Put that sugar in your mouth
and swallow the delicious oat.
Control of your soul
to the birds to follow,
Never stop dancing.
Times are coming.
