Brazillia

Wonder what the hell they done to you now
I can see the hurt
And it’s gone right to your blood now

And I see you like you
And I see that you like you

Nothing won’t help now

Well there’s distant kind of hugs
Pulling clouds close to them, as they want it
Leaving freedom to us all
Coming back to questions if you had done wrong

It’s just a preacher’s help
Do not be sworn to hell, do not beware
And that’s the creatures hell
And we might want hell

There’s no other way
That your attitude don’t rub
There’s no other way
That you settle just enough
And I'm so tired of waiting
Just to hold onto my shoes
I'm all done to solve
All the answers I already know

There’s no other way
That your attitude don’t rub
There’s no other way
That you settle just enough
And I'm so tired of waiting
Just to hold onto my shoes
I'm all done to solve
All the answers I already know