Send me a cart,
send me a stream
Bring me a home,
praise for sins
Throw it away,
the muses play
And they're the shelter of me And every time you send it away
There's the music in my head And every time you send it away
There's the music in the air
Then I'll send you a cart But there's nothing of it
During those last days,
during those last days
Then I'll bring you a cart But there's nothing of it
During those last days,
during those last days
And every time you send it away There's the music in the air
And every time you send it away There's the music in my head
And I'll send you a cart But there's nothing on it
During those last days And I'll rip your cart
But there's nothing on it During
those last days
And I'll send you a cart But there's nothing on it
During those last days, during those last days
And I'll rip your cart But there's nothing on it
During those last days, during those