Amazon کے بول

Used to be this kind The kind that break all down But now I'm on my way Lost and desperate Here I am, where do I go, I don't know, Oh things have turned so bad Amazon, I miss you Creep across the street, Like a snail waiting a tire Creep all your way long, You'll justify your tears Am I wrong, cynical, Painting everything in grey No, things are not so bad… Amazon, I miss you Amazon, I miss you