snakeshead

Something is left inside
Those places we cannot hide
You can get it through the checks
When you fly
So why do the millions cry
And how
So high

Come
You think this is going to hurt me
That my head will turn
I see you when you flirt with me
I’ll tell you so
All that stuff you’ve got to earn
All those times you tried to go slow
Well
That’s not the way the world knows
Hear clouds with black lining
And you know that I know
That I think of your hair
The size I felt so quickly
I couldn’t fear, couldn’t steer
I don’t really want it near
Funny
When we think we have the handle
I wonder how much will
Do you steer by land still?