Even Flow - Jam Pearl

Freezin', rests his head on a pillow made of concrete, again

Oh, Feelin' maybe he'll see a little better, set a days, ooh yeah

Oh, hand out, faces that he sees time again ain't that familiar, oh yeah

Oh, dark grin, he can't help, when he's happy looks insane, oh yeah



Even flow, thoughts arrive like butterflies

Oh, he don't know, so he chases them away

Someday yet, he'll begin his life again

Life again, life again...



Kneelin', looking through the paper though he doesn't know to read,

ooh yeah

Oh, prayin', now to something that has never showed him anything

Oh, feelin', understands the weather of the winters on its way

Oh, ceilings, few and far between all the legal halls of shame, yeah



Even flow, thoughts arrive like butterflies

Oh, he don't know, so he chases them away

Someday yet, he'll begin his life again

Whispering hands, gently lead him away

Him away, him away...

Yeah!

Woo...ah yeah...fuck it up...



Even flow, thoughts arrive like butterflies

Oh, he don't know, so he chases them away

Someday yet, he'll begin his life again, yeah

Oh, whispering hands, gently lead him away

Him away, him away...

Yeah!

Woo...uh huh...yeah, yeah, mommy, mommy

Freezin ', repose sa tête sur un oreiller en béton, encore

Oh, Feelin 'peut-être qu'il verra un peu mieux, fixera quelques jours, ooh ouais

Oh, tendez la main, les visages qu'il voit encore une fois ne sont pas si familiers, oh ouais

Oh, sourire sombre, il ne peut pas s'empêcher, quand il est heureux, il a l'air fou, oh ouais



Même flux, les pensées arrivent comme des papillons

Oh, il ne sait pas, alors il les chasse loin

Un jour encore, il recommencera sa vie

La vie à nouveau, la vie à nouveau ...



Agenouillé ', regardant à travers le journal sans savoir lire,

ooh ouais

Oh, priant, maintenant pour quelque chose qui ne lui a jamais rien montré \u003cbr />
Oh, feelin ', comprend le temps des hivers sur son chemin

Oh, plafonds, rares entre toutes les salles légales de la honte, ouais



Même flux, les pensées arrivent comme des papillons

Oh, il ne sait pas, alors il les chasse loin

Un jour encore, il recommencera sa vie

Mains chuchotants, éloigne-le doucement

Lui loin, lui loin ...

Ouais!

Woo ... ah ouais ... merde ...



Même flux, les pensées arrivent comme des papillons

Oh, il ne sait pas, alors il les chasse loin

Un jour encore, il recommencera sa vie, ouais

Oh, chuchotant des mains, éloigne-le doucement

Lui loin, lui loin ...

Ouais!

Woo ... euh huh ... ouais, ouais, maman, maman