Lletres: Team Sleep. 11-11.

Not even fair
To box away those old faces
Not even close
To the way it was then
When everyone would stay away
From you
And I don't remember how
Just the way the water fell down there
Could make you cry
Half these embers flew away
Into the dry brushes they were taken
By the fire
That sound drifting off outside
There's an unlight drizzle going on
That sound faucets off
Hang me out the window
No resolve
It's all away

For every piece of rice that falls
Another one falls in your shorts
Eliminate the stasis burden
If everyone was like Lou Rawls
Then no more guys would sing with drawls
Relax the guards alright
(When everyone would stay away from you)