Bullet

A bullet In your mother's oak tree How did I turn out this way A sunrise For the sick and tired Live for someone else I'm so high It helps my sleeping When I don't make myself cry Enclose the city lights And make me understand The ebb tide never lies I'm trusting no one A cigarette could be a guiding If you're look looking at a deep night sky I'm trusting no one Enclose the city lights And make me understand Enclose the city lights And make me understand Enclose the city lights And make me understand