Read Lips

Spokes far away above, they know it's easy for me

To be the wind, to cut through these nets, play god and devil

Shambhala, what is my crime? If it's red on your lips, to be your dream

No, I won't get tired of being your dream

Minor keys, death knell notes, my heart's found scratched by my brother's ego

Time just plays, just waits, but we don't give our kids a shot at anything

Forgive me in the rhythm, monotonous, I can't hear words

So remember, rivers that smell of incense, enchanting

And at the same time, the sun scorches the leaves

I'm a club laughter, some senseless, then you'll understand how a man smells like a woman