Shadows must follow light And pain it must follow fights And trees and trunks the winds are wild And treason must shape your life
The wise men said we were here to fly But this cultures breath smells of pure desire And friends are left, left to see there words Conquer planets and name their sons
I might have thought it wrong
If things are free then I’m for sale I might have thought it wrong My friends aren’t right to be kept in my cell I might have though it wrong I can’t take back things I said years ago I might have thought it wrong I can’t sleep back those endless nights I might have thought it wrong
You know how addicts always say they can quit anytime? Yeah, this is one of those things you've perhaps never asked yourself about the book of faces. I don't see an issue if you are selling something - its a great platform - but what are all these "friends" selling? Ask yousrself.
