Из альбома: The Freed Weed
Eyes never close; little head never stops
Naked little no-man with a whisper in his walk and hand
Wait, I'm afraid to ask your name
I'd kill myself just to prove it to you
A narrow little girl who looks a lot like you at the scene
I'm afraid to break this shadow
Pretty girl, you crack the gate that leads to hell
Pretty girl, you crack the gate that leads to hell