Crocodile Go to Sleep

My hands to load the gun, now that she passed away

My eyes can find you hidden in the town

My heart can bleed but my head is Ok

My love makes noise, and shoot you is the way

You know for sure I never thought to pray

No faith, no god, that is the only way

Don’t get around cause I’m working on your grave to be, so far from the sea, so close to the hell

It makes sense to me

It makes sense to her

She is in a coffin, on the river

Sailing to the sea

Don’t get around cause I’m working on your grave to be, so far from the sea, so close to the hell

I think I’m gonna be rightful, I think I’m lost

Too many people say, I think I’m lost…