Untitled war
When I see food it makes me sick
Come on, eat it quick
There comes misery: coming down in a limousine
The woman becomes a child, that’s what she always wanted
Half a Monday, twice a sunset
Do you know that clouds can gather
Flowers of their own destruction
Losing is the blame, another shame
Forty years of war I’ve fought
Cold and hot
Half a Monday, twice a sunset
Do you know that clouds can gather
Flowers of their own destruction
You can’t say that a boy is a sin
Because a sin is a boy of yourself
When they’re ashamed of themselves
Just forgive them
