Waking from his eyes, you searching
He's just a child, we'll have to try
I was just kidding all the time
How can I have really died?
And why am I dancing, dancing alone?
We'll go out tonight, still searching
For ways to get high and I've got mine
I can't feel my hands, I can't feel my hands
I was just kidding all the time
How can I have really died?
And why am I dancing, dancing alone?
Time moves slowly through these walls
Artist: Nolan Rashawn
Artist: Milt Jackson
Artist: Still Born