Phone betweens these essers (?)
Never be a place of prayer
Feeling it's all waste of shame
I don't forget to find my faith
Change it all as all things should
Little round will do me good
And see what your eyes will go for
Sing what's yours and not for me
Now I know what you feel like
And I don't have to decide to see where you're from
But we can see where's there's fights
What you know is even changed
I'm changing until I can't wait
Like brother's arms pouring shore
A little water feels good
So all I'm asking is that these eyes are mine