Toss me a breath, when you hold me down
hot like a razor on my face
something`s growing that don`t help me now
paging the doctor just in case
Low and behold things are killing me
silly expectations of a dream
girls are gonna love the way i toss my hair
boys are gonna hate the way i seem
Day old, day old, day old
day old, day old, day old, day old blues
Peach Christmas lights spitting German ling
feels like a fast or homeless sleep
at least there`s a record that i love to playe
dreaming about a place i`ll never see