Tried to move
without music.
Was Trying to get
some stuff.
Got some ride,
and don`t panic
this time
My my God
applied simple
guys to go
beside you
People thought
whose forgotten
these ideas
so so real
in your bedroom.
My My Mum
cleaned this mess
and I didn´t want
this kind of prison
with champagne
in the corner.
Living a hot hell
as you,
Returned lights,
She was calling you
to remember your feet.
