Original lyrics
ENGive me a glass of water
Give me only pure things
I'm tired of hypocrisy
In traffic or on the street
I look anywhere
I feel I'm thinking
About something perhaps complicated
Or poorly explained
Every day I don't know
How I am, what I am
Thinking about what I was
Or wanted to be somehow
Will I be?
Am I?
What I once was?
I look anywhere
I feel I'm thinking
About something perhaps complicated
Or poorly explained
Every day I don't know
How I am, what I am
Thinking about what I was
Or wanted to be somehow
Will I be?
Am I?
What I once was?