Текст песни Will Be

Give 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?