There is this emptyness I carry around with me. Just like a hole that you will never see. I wander in the sun but it's cold inside of me. I'm a monkey in the zoo but someone cut my tree.
Far from home. But close to Marseilles. Is a little cute town. Where we decided to stay. . Everything was fine. And nothing that we missed. Where we spent all night.
A non smoking flight to, nowhere. Ready to take off. Last exit before breakdown. Send a smile back from above. . I'm not looking for salvation. I'm not waiting for realease.