You have a way of emanating heat from those eyes
While I can't stop colouring in the sky grey
In this auditory language of my own
I would know
'Cause I prayed for change
And when the day came
I was ready to run
"Oh for heaven sakes, man"
Still rolls off my tongue
Monday, I'm manifesting insecticide
On all of this plant life
Energized by this horrid little language of my own
I would know
'Cause I prayed for change
And when the day came
I was ready to run
With "Oh for heaven sakes, man"
Still rolling off my tongue
