Granade

Slow is the memory

I can see it stop in my front

Flores orange crushed in concrete

I walk around, barefoot

Because I know you want me to

I can not remember everything

Your sweat is sweet taste as a stick of sugar

I had been there before coming

My tank is empty

But you are based

I have tried to explain

What I love another person

But I can not bear to hear you cry

I was sick in all those years wasted

A rag for the tears of someone

I would bring out and hang dry pra

And I saw you when I came back

Perhaps we can begin to track the back forward

You touch it because he knows how much I

I think that we need to relax

Because I know you want me to

Every time and everywhere

A superficial happiness but the belly is not there

With the bad things you really should take care

And the gap is too bear pra

I have tried to explain

What I love another person

But I can not bear to hear you cry

I was sick in all those years wasted

A rag for the tears of someone

I would bring out and hang dry pra

Come, come

Turn off the phone

Please go home