i will not smile to the camera
Kiss the frog i am
Dead and
All the rooms are Gold
The plane will never land and i
Sing a song for hope the
Sky under me (45$)
And i will run again
Everybody wants to be free so
i will not shake your hand
Forget me i
speak another language
i still can smell you cause
you live far but i
don’t live at all and
i walk alone to a home i don’t have
–i’m alone and free–
i’m too blue i
drink and i
read the lines in your hands from
the perfume of your plastic skin
i fly away in an airplane i got
nothing to declare cause
the earth’s too small
i hear the final call
the final call
PLEASE REMAIN SEATED UNTIL THE
COMPLETE STOP OF PAINFUL LOVE