stoned
when you're stoned baby, and I am drunk
and we make love, it seems a little desolate
it's hard sometimes not look away
and think what's the point
when I'm having to hold this fire down
I think I'll explode, if I con't feel this freely now
if you won't let me fall you
then you won't see the best that I would love to do for you
instead you will be missing me when I go
cos I'm bored of hanging out in your cold
when I feel loved baby, I join the road
and the world moves with me
when I feel lost I just sleep away
silently, quietly take my things and go
and think what's the point
think where's the hope we're coming home
if you find one day
fine some freedom and relief
and with this freedom maybe
maybe you will find peace
and with this peace baby
I hope it brings you back to me, bring you home, take me home
lo dije yo: Rollita y me salió a las 8:07 p. m.
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