Waiting at the harbour
Peel the plastic off another cigarette pack
Looking at the future through the ceiling where the plaster cracks
He never cared about the facts
I used to wander by the river
Wondering what would come of me
Couldn't see where I was going
Only see what's right in front of me
Bury me
Prairie tree
Cage and belief
A seldom swear hanging in the air
Stick me out
Black sheep shout
Under a prairie tree
I will say my piece
I won't cage my belief
Black sheep shout
It's been stuck inside my mouth
If i pass it on to you
What if you do like I do?
Do like I do
What if you do like I do?
Do you like the view?
Do you self-abuse?
