Letra de Me Lack Space/In The Spirit

Me lack space in the spirit The weakday is five stories high And the deafening different distance Between the brown bread breakdown and you Is a delicate delight Crush cast Just imagine your impossible impressions Merchant mercy: message From morning to night Hey Miss Brown Object to the oak You ought to turn the page Take a peculiar pen and write Your own instant If some body talks to you Apply for proves Now Don't the satisfied with a lack Everytime you say goodbye You die a little Don't take root Don't retire Paint the painful page Otherwise you only ought to track the outline review Put on your socks Before you put on your shoes Watch out Mad dog is running loose You've got two ears You've got ten fingers But it's never you It must be the others Sleeping tight Thinking of the past I wonder how long Is this gonna last