Shampoo Vision (Losing)

Born, yeah they will be,
Tighten to old streets,
Making the lights set,
Down on the arms raid.

And we'll at least sit down,
When the tide and soul is,
All that's in this town,
But they've never seen the light,
And time is none by their side,
And pain will have no sound.

Tell me a story,
Make it a poetry,
Satan is every,
Man in their gold seats.

And we'll concede it now,
Where the sun and spirit's,
All the feelings gone,
To the white-eyed and the faint,
And time is on our side,
Where there will be no sound.

Be awake,
'Tho the shades free,
Be still,
In the pale breeze,
And you ask
Where's that somebody,
To share me this oak tree.

Oh I'm just waiting now.

Presents and folk hymns,
Dust and the sobbing,
Babe, you're just beating,
Shrubs and confetti.

And we won't be around,
When the city has lost it's children,
And vacant lots,
Then only candle lights will
Brighten our dry sky,
And you'll be safe free,
From the people with sunglasses,
And their lights won't blind us,
When there will be no sound.