Brazillia

Wonder, what the hell they done to you now.

I can see the hurt, and it’s gone right to your blood now.

And I. See you like you.

And I. See that you like you.

Nothing won’t help now.

Well there’s distant kind of hugs pulling clouds close to them, as they want it.

Leaving freedom to us all, coming back to questions if you had done wrong.

It’s just a preacher’s help, do not be sworn to hell, do not beware, and that’s the creatures hell, and we might want hell.

There’s no other way.

That your attitude don’t rub.

There’s no other way.

That you settle just enough.

And I’m so tired of waiting.

Just to hold onto my shoes.

I’m all done to solve.

All the answers I already know.

There’s no other way.

That your attitude don’t rub.

There’s no other way.

That you settle just enough.

And I’m so tired of waiting.

Just to hold onto my shoes.

I’m all done to solve.

All the answers I already know.