Roads are made of jelly
They're talking so slowly
Can I ask you this confession?
When the gold is in a silence
Scars show their existence
But never mind my never mine
Lays is a better now
Cold wind blows my ears
And I cry without a tears
Trees with your name they whispered
I shout it out to bring you here
And a letter you'd written
Sketches full of treasure
Like goodnight Erik, pleasant dream
Dreams of a rainbows and butterfly and candy
But I got it, I got it, I got it
All wrong
I got it, I got it, I got it
All wrong
I got it, I got it, I got it
All wrong
I got it
All wrong
So I hang myself on this necklace
And spill it down on your graceful face
Spend every night breathe in to your photographs
So my regrets shall follow you to the grave
But I got it
All wrong
Coz I got it
All wrong
So I cut it
For you
I cut it
For you

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