Your World, too fastMúsica gratuïtament per al públic que no és lliure

Your World, too fast, for me, on the chronic,
It reminds me, backwards, of Splendor, in the grass.

The kids, at the camp, they called me, Jesus,
No matter, how hard I try, I'm still, off the fence.

Your last kiss, was awkward, at the gates, of your estate,
Years, pass me by, but I'm still reckless, for a chance.

This city, ain't the same, I'm a farmer, since you're gone,
The ghosts, are sleepless, and I pray, for a change.