32 degrees today
Too tired to sleep too tired to stay out in the sun
I've lost track of time
Unable to move i watch the white clouds pass me by
Iv'e got tobacco under my lip
Qhat kind of pipes are they smoking in middle-earth
I need a cigarette
I need so much right now but really i just need you
I'm writing letters in my sleep
A good scenario takes place but it's only in my head
I've lost track of time
Unable to move i watch the white clouds pass me by
Cause i've got feelings for you
And everything is perfect but the timing
An unpredrictable turn
But nothing ever happens when i'm ready