Look at the way I've been brought up, Processions sounding like song I've never wrote. Horrid horrid "How could you let her die?"
I swear it wasn't me. All I've ever wanted- watch the sun sleeping under the moon
Now that you're free to observe Tell me about the noises in the dark Stutter at my doorstep As you try to convice me that this God of yours didn't take my little Rosie without a purpose. Give me the reason why he took her And why everyone blames me.
Hear me in some fashion, Something fashionable, I'm not pretidctable.
It's early tonight I've been drinking all the words out my mouth. But that wolf tooke the salt from the breeze
Hit the ground running Los Angeles I never fell so soon.