I don't wanna hear just my words, just my voice She loves you I'll take the moon for you... Spit on it They don't like this We have to wash our blood, our blame They have to cut your preety hair away We have to wash our faces, yeah On that gard you are just the Gardner Cutting the sadness... Don't waist you time! We have to wash our blood, our blame They have to cut your preety hair away We have to wash our faces, yeah