Birds In Row Walter Freeman Lyrics
Walter Freeman by Birds In Row
Doctor please, I need a new hope
The more I run, the more the track becomes a
Living hell paved with regrets
I've been looking for some help
The smiles in the streets they scare
The hands on my back they fucking weight
The picks in my head they help
I believe
Shake, shake, shake, shake
Shake, shake, shake, shake
Shake, shake, shake, shake
The wine, the whiskey
They became discrete pills
The ice pick, a remedy
The ice pick, a remedy
I'll never find a way to wake up
And here comes the mourning
The more I run, the more the track becomes a
Living hell paved with regrets
I've been looking for some help
The smiles in the streets they scare
The hands on my back they fucking weight
The picks in my head they help
I believe
Shake, shake, shake, shake
Shake, shake, shake, shake
Shake, shake, shake, shake
The wine, the whiskey
They became discrete pills
The ice pick, a remedy
The ice pick, a remedy
I'll never find a way to wake up
And here comes the mourning