While rolling on the floor
Oh, Mab has a plan for me
From the life we would chance We don't get crushed by the sands
Oh, Mab has a plan for me
Then we can ride the beams Then we will speak no lies
Oh, Mab has a plan for me Let me know when I can go Oh, she brings us to our knees Will our live ever cease to seem Void of worth and dead at birth? Oh, it's time for us to leave...
While rolling on the moors
Oh, Mab has a plan for me
We're mentally bruised, tattered, and torn Please don't make that mistake ever
Please don't take my sunshine away... More from Frank The Baptist