Text: Chikita Violenta. Otras Canciones. España.

:
You are always
a prisoner outside the lines.
You didn't mislead them
They've already made their minds.

As you swift
through the sounds of bitter
You be good
It becomes your weather

Critical phrases
gathering around the smiles
Why didn't you said so?
You've already loved the last

As you spit
at the sounds of bitter
you become to be something
_________________

I wish i could bleed out
all of my ineradicably mellow
but i can't
calculate what you'ld do

Who's gonna play now?
Ask me to lay 'round?
There's no reason to wait any longer
I ain't getting any colder

Who's gonna play now?
Ask me to lay 'round?

I came
I give
I ____ my eyes for you...