The broken glass that fades
The past is a parade of countless
Days painting
Patterns in the sand
My motorcycle brain
Remains to be explained, it's like
A summer rain pictures
Passing through a field
Blowing into the horizon
Watching the shadows on the wall
Tell me can you see my thoughts?
Watching the shadows on the wall
Have you seen it all before?
I need a friendly hand
Someone who'll understand me
By the river bed when there's
Nothing to be said anymore
It's all inside your head you know it
Watching the shadows on the wall
Tell me can you see my thoughts?
Watching the shadows on the wall
Have you seen it all before?
Before
Before
Before
