Billy Fish

My eyes are needles Your eyes not so narrow Another wind and we were finished for a while My love head wound and your free head wound Don't know but I even wanna try to be Wake up, come on! Your tongue makes it happen A little prince with a coat and the money in his hands I got my heaven wooden And you're not my ground And we are all just alive I just don't like ... And I can hear Not so you'd know The hand a man needs And then one will alone Buckets ... big kids ...place where it's sold Soon be outgrown Bloody ... and past ... Least of ... it goes unspoken You should have known Water's high, my clock's stopped ticking This body's cold Still going bolder Hey!