You look at me
I look at you...
Oh voices oh voices
Inside of my head...
A feather falls
Oh So Slow...
When I was young I felt restricted,
trouble was never far from my shore...
Right in front of my hut, as hunger dominate,
I kept on yelling, "God why?!"...
The Lord is my Shepherd,
or this could be a cataclysm...
Inside of my head
Is a vast empty space...
His only job
Is here on Earth...
If you had God in your head
And he was giving you advice...
It seems the higher we go,
the clouds turn to fog...
Black dress, tight, eyes of ocean blue
Zaftig figure makes her way towards you...
I read his life and times,
and visited his grave...