Yesterdays Rising
Yesterdays Rising
Yesterdays Rising
Yesterdays Rising
Yesterdays Rising
Yesterdays Rising
Yesterdays Rising
Yesterdays Rising
Yesterdays Rising
Yesterdays Rising
Yesterdays Rising
Yesterdays Rising
Yesterdays Rising
Do you want to ride?
Do you want to feel?
Do you want to perfect your craft?
My body is like a metaphor
It's holding me back, I'm looking for more
I'm like a child, so very innocent
A curious one, with the want for more
It's the sweetness that I crave, more and more everyday
My feelings are like the wind, they are felt and sensed
But not visualized by the eyes
This is my premonition, this is my disguise
Do you want to ride?
Do you want to feel?
Do you want to perfect your craft?
Whoa, whoa, whoa, what are you doing?
I'm searching for more
It's a feeling in your head
A feeling through your body
A sense of knowing
A sense of knowing
It's a feeling in your head
A feeling through your body
A sense of knowing
A sense of knowing
A sense of knowing
A sense of knowing
A sense of knowing
My body is like a metaphor, day to day I live as a person
I want the state of emptiness
Do you want to ride?
Do you want to feel?
Do you want to perfect your craft?
My body is like a metaphor