Walking the my road
Only desert and sky
I confuse the grey with blue (it's)
Twenty seven miles to my die
Every day they're dead
It's not a lie
I'm walking in the rain (and not)
You can not see my cry
I can't see your smile
I'll let them arrest me
Until my sanity is restored
I will come back as a child
I've been to asylum, telling stories
Ears listen
Eyes see
Mouth speak
Mose breathe
Legs walk
Arms embrace
Hands punch
I'm break
In the back of the truck
I say goodbye
Praying my bagpipe
Running away from the town
In the back of the truck
I say goodbye
Praying my bagpipe
Running away from the town
