Onother
Ancient homes covered by pastel colors
When I look upon my sleepy block
I know nothing and nothing is a shock
I see you found another one
O, o I've been feeling low
I'm in control just moving slow
Show me where we can't go
Where we can't go
I'm gone
When I look back I feel no remorse
I'm happy for the good times that I had
I'm happy for the good for the good and the bad
I think I might find another one
O, o I've been feeling low
I'm in control just moving slow
Show me where we can't go
Where we can't go
I'm gone
Writer/s: Tate Fenton
