We've got to patch it up baby. Before we fall apart at the seams. We've got to patch it up baby. In the time we travel in our dreams. Let's go back and test it again. One more ride is all I ask
Verse 1. Use the eyes of the owl. The sour patch kids got me out of wack. And out of gas. The hour glass spills as I'm left on the vasey without a vest. Lost my train of thought. My brain can
insubstantial faith. Inordinate grate in your. . Brain. Fermentation insane. Knelt before your lord, he makes you feign. So lose you cool. You're just another fool of your fever pitch. Boasting the scores
of my life's like in slow motion. No need to hide my pitch black emotions And I don't care. For what you say. 'Cos the only reply I have is * you anyway
