Kneeling Towns, Paper Reservoirs
Once there was a tall blonde
Running to the market street
Once or two my self in the row
Trembling these streets, oh
Why can't you see
What's happening to you
Why can't you see
What's happening to you
I've got a million questions on your path
Fill me up with reservations, i just clap
Do you
Do you
Sleep until the next day
Sleeping on buses
Why don't you know
Writer/s: Sick Balloons
