Slow Hollows - Young Man

Текст песни

Heaven complicate my every move
No, my little world wasn’t made for you
Views kinda skewed on trust
We’re made to be rolling numbers
I haven’t seen a death that’s hurt more than a few bad thoughts
And I live everyday knowing that I’m never gonna die
Heaven complicate my every move
No my little world wasn’t made for you
I will break the part
But I don’t feel eager to take part in anything
Now the light flares burn you up
I heard they think your days don’t start
Love to the family I forgot
The fault is spread like days we talk
Excuse my decision to stay cold
The breeze doesn’t dry it stirs up dust
And I don’t think I’ve seen too much
Pardon my dullness, what’s my part?