Mama and her little sister, Sanda.
I can feed this real slow,
if it's a lot to swallow..."
What I want from this is learn to let go
No not of you, of all that's been told
But killers reinvent and believe
And this leans on me just like a rootless
Well, I tried to control it and cover it up
I reached out to console it
It was never enough, never enough
So come let me love you
Come let me love you
and then
color
me in
What I am to you is not what you mean to me
You give me miles and miles of mountains
And I'll ask for the sea
