Letras
In the morning
I was looking
Down upon my feet
Size 9 Sambas
Pretty beat
Still new to me
The size had proved
They were huge
My brother's old shoes
Were glued down
To my view
The street is cracked
The path curved out of whack
But I stare and view a thought
That sat in back and brewed
What a joy now, nothing much to lose
Gaze down
c blind surrounds
Me fading space and sound
cround
Cloaked here
Vision clear
cway from
House and street
In bounds
In the evening
We were meeting
Down the walk to play some ball onEvan Tuttle's street
cnd I shot
cnd got lucky more than plenty
But my brother's shot was off
cnd the kids took it rather far
Well Brian stays
But you gotta go away
cnd the stare down
Samba danced in place
cs things got heated
cn exclaim we're leaving for home
Still down, no he's not
Gaze down
c blind surrounds
Me fading space and sound
cround
Cloaked here
Vision tearing
On on and on on and on