Here we are, hanging onto strains of greed and blues. Break the chain then we break down. Oh it’s not real if you don’t feel it. Unspoken expectations, ideals you used to play with—they’ve finally taken shape for us.
Here we are, hanging onto strains of greed and blues. Break the chain then we break down. Oh it’s not real if you don’t feel it. Unspoken expectations, ideals you used to play with—they’ve finally taken shape for us.