Songtext von Drown Ink

Thanks for these new sheets But I've been hanging fire from your everyday The knack for the fixed Been holding water then you're snatched away Bells and whistles make the man Like you're a hophead waiting to happen A welcome waiting to offend Who will buy the farm?... The sheep with the longing to share The sheep with the longing to share The sheep with the longing to share... My fellow and gone chiefs Customes make us who we are My fellow and gone chiefs Customes make us who we are My fellow and gone chiefs Customes make us who we are My fellow and gone chiefs Customes make us who we are So much farther than myanmar You will always hold true in my heart To escape the customary cycles of parables The world begins anew and we are inseparable They said you brought light The doors are always open... My fellow and gone chiefs Customes make us who we are My fellow and gone chiefs Customes make us who we are So much farther than myanmar You will always hold true in my heart