Letras
As cold as you'd like
Weary of an estuary wearing rivers
Like I might slide away and mingle with the seas
Indistinguishably
Swept by the ocean
Over and over and over again
Who am I to ask the questions?
Who am I at all?
Who am I to ask the questions?
Who am I at all?
The devil was there
Hanging on the pinnacle
The earth pulls you in and then you become the earth again
Or the angels scoop you up
Lest you dash your foot upon the rocks
Like you never mowed the lawn
So your landlord does
It's funny how things like that have ways of taking care of themselves
Who am I to ask the questions?
Who am I at all?
Who am I to ask the questions?
Who am I at all?