Is a wind makes a palm stop blowing
If you go, I will surely die
She’s my fave, undressing in the sun
With your feet on the air and your head on the groundtry this trick and spin it, yeah
Give me wide Ground to run
You’ll think I’m dead, but I sail away on a wave of mutilation
My words get blown away
I went by your place There was nobody there
She said, “I can tell you stories that could make you cry”