my mind is a vacant property
my heart is a desert in tel aviv
my body is the devil's gift to me
my blues is the only thing I need
throw some stones in the water
catch some feelings in a bottle
live and die for the groove
put myself in everyone elses shoes
can't find my own
whats this feeling that I can't describe
just a ripple in the o
search for the eye of the storm
heavy anchor at the core of my soul
skipping stones in the water
write my feelings in a bottle
live and die for the groove
put myself in everyone elses shoes
can't find my own
just a ripple in the ocean
just a feather in a storm
just a steady state of walking
toward the only thing I know