Saying, "How is it going?"
With a black meaning
Hollering of an ocean
In the back again
How do you know he's on my own right track?
So cynical
A moving lover
Moth without a soul
The tracks no reason
Way me like a ghost
Way me like a ghost
Yeah
So take a day out with a common road
Yeah
Just take a picture, pinch aside, rose
Never blame yourself devised
Imagine lover
Take it all of mine
The track no reason
Day is out of touch
Yeah...
Yeah...
Yeah...
Yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah
(Yeah-yeah)
O-o-o-o-o-oh
Yeah-yeah (yeah-yeah)
O-o-o-o-o-oh
