Nu ska jag beskriva min känsla inom mig.
Jag känner mig lätt som en fjäder, jag behöver inte ens tänka vad jag ska skriva, orden rinner ut i fingrarna & träffar tagenterna.
All musik känns tusen gånger bättre, jag smälter in i den.
Underbart.
I don’t want to die out here in the valley
Waiting for my luck to change
And I just want my dad to know
That I finally made it...
Everybody gets high
Everybody gets low
Everybody gets bruised
Everybody gets sold
I don’t want to die out here in the valley
You don’t have to lie,
I know that’s what I’ll do
I don’t want my mom to know
That I never loved my life
And I sold my soul
Everybody gets high
Everybody gets low
Everybody gets bruised
Everybody gets sold
Everybody gets dark
Everybody unfolds
Everybody gets high
Everybody gets so low
And everyone’s eyes are blue
And everyone’s mouth is dry
And nobody wants to die
In Van Nuys
Van Nuys
