Here's a song I recorded a while back. I can post the stems or whatever upon request, I'm curious to hear if anyone wants to add or change something with this!
Out from underneath th bamboo shelter, I may not love who I'm supposed to love.When I stop and ready and prepare my supplies breathe in and process the heavy air and I run two red lights - now I am ready to hunt.
I can still smell the msoke from the roaring fire and the crackle of wings and a fake pilot's license. That smell never comes out of clothes.Now I'm the heartless villian because when the plane began to toss and turn I was reading directions on parachutes, while you held me down.
There is no more rescue, they're not waiting for...