Letras
(I know)
I know
Dreams will paint your sky
Believe them hills are blank on all sides
For I know
What's to gain if all
The blank hills that I stomp on
Are a visual waste, ah
I went tripping all up them hills
Sometimes you fall and you spill
Don't we all?
Yeah, I've seized the better me
You gotta hold out 'til the morning
Be a victim of sleep
Dreams will paint your room
But leave it all up to you to conduce
The vision
Oh, what's to gain at all?
The presence of the white walls
Are of elegant taste to me
And in a sense overdone
It go well with the bedside dust
The torn sheets
And the blinds
Well, I've seized the better me
You gotta hold out 'til the morning
Be a victim of sleep
Like me
