Well I sold my shoes For a front row seat on the moon I found all that I can save And I still got the blues
I picked up the blade And shaved my beard And I walked back into town With nothing to fear
I picked up my mess And put it in the ground And I watered it down Waited for the seed to sprout
Well silence fills the air when it’s raining But I don’t see anyone complaining Truth pokes its head out Truth pokes its head out
Well I took my last rose And threw it in the fire And I gathered all the ashes Started my empire
What is it to you Man I do what I please And when I pray for you I don’t expect you to pray for me
Well silence fills the air when it’s raining But I don’t see anyone complaining Truth pokes its head out Truth pokes its head out
Well I took a bath In a constellation aftermath When I jumped off that start I looked upon this plastic place Saved it with all of my grace
Silence fills the air when its raining But I don’t see anyone complaining Truth pokes its head out Truth pokes its head out Truth pokes its head out
Compositores: Samuel Stephenson Markus (BMI), Trevor Jennings Hall (ASCAP)Editores: Burtannie Publishing (BMI), Ruminating Music (ASCAP)ECAD verificado obra #30664826 em 05/Mai/2024 com dados da UBEM