Stumble through your glass im ridding wheels,
Well, I'm searching the coast to see your wrist, man down.
The man who came into the field of fires, well, I'm doing it real for now, your heart.
A thousand roars I'd rather listen them,
And now I'm sleeping all night long under your stars.
I want to be the man in the rival.
And I'm lying just to see what I really am.
I want to be the man in the rival.
And I'm lying to see what I really am.
Sleeping the night under your harvest lies, well picture me now im dying, for two.
In better shape I've seen those colored lines, and now I'm sleeping all night long under your
Stars.
