Not A Change

I can't stand this terror of your kinda like me
So first I invite the clouds from the first time

Then tie up all your words in that white one

Collect the pieces and go down to the Woodies

But still not a change

I can’t stand this terror of your kinda

With me everything’s fine fine fine

Ttricky warnings why not be to the point honey

Soon I will hate us can you believe this I say

Well I’m even kinda sorry  can’t be a lilla boy

But I’m not surprised I have nothing to think now

I cooled my senses away

First I invite the clouds from the first time

Then tie up all your words n that white one

Collect the pieces and go down to the Woodies

But still not a change

Thought we could play together

That we’ll go to the North as you said

Think I’m the North myself now

Soon I will lose my Van Nelle mate

And you will say you couldn’t save us

Yes it’s easier than feel your own terror

From here I can think of Flamenca on your wall

From here I can breathe in your potpourri your Autumn

But first I invite the clouds from the first time

Then tie up all your words in that white one

Collect the pieces and go down to the Woodies

But still not a change

From here I can name your wish that you can’t

From here everything seems too liquid to me

So I can let us drip down

Like the happening in your fountain

From here from us I can make

Just another Tommy and me

But I can’t stand this terror

Of your kinda feels so good with me

But I can’t stand this terror

Of your kinda like my smoking style

So first I invite the clouds from the first time

Then tie up all your words in that white one

Collect the pieces and go down to the Woodies

But still not a change