I don't wanna hear just my words, just my voice
She loves you

I'll take the moon for you...
Spit on it
They don’t like this

We have to wash our blood, our blame
They have to cut your preety hair away
We have to wash our faces, yeah

On that gard you are just the Gardner
Cutting the sadness...
Don't waist you time!

We have to wash our blood, our blame
They have to cut your preety hair away
We have to wash our faces, yeah