All I Am Is A Man I Want The
Word In My Hand I Hate The Beach But
I Stand In California With My Toes In The
Sand Use The Sleves Of My Sweether Head In
The Clounds But My Gravity′s Ceter Touch My Neck,
I'll Touch Yours You In Those Little High Weasted
Shorts She Knows What I Think About What
I Think About? One Love, Two Mouths One Love,
One House No Shirt, No Blouse Just Us, You
Find Out Nothing I Really Wanna Talk About No...
Couse It′s Too Cold For You Here, And
Now So Let Me Hold Both Your Hands In
The Holes Of My Sweather ...your Breath Away
I No Mind If Reals No Much To Say
Sometimes The Silence Guides Our Mind To Move To
A Place So Far Way The Goosebumps Start To
Race