it starts off with a bang it trolls the road for me far for me to say it s really what i need i guess it s just another piece you used to get for free beloved and asked me to change to flip back those scenes your lungs are black the air your limbs are at your feet but love that s another thing i don t want to see so sick of music sick of music at the start of the century my mind keeps wandering giving up the ghost it haunts your family it s such a pretty trove but it s a lie i can t believe but love now the world shakes sad you threw stone leaves i m now split in time between the city and country but bridges that might grow far they die in the trees so sick of music sick of music it s not like i choose it