Can you pour a little into my empty
Can you pour a little into my empty
You ride my smile I sign a paper
I'm ink on tree and once I'm up you'll slide right under my feet (Yeah)
You ride my smile I sign a paper
I'm ink on tree and once I'm up you'll slide right under my feet (Yeah)
If the sky is the father to the horizon
I pray to the mother sun
When I lose faith in god and his son