Totale Nite

Anxiety's Door Somethings are never really there I walk the street at night, I drink the perfumed air With no chains on my heart its so easy to be free in the city I live, old men sleep in the road next to me I see their choice and I see the road Tha

Today the song grows like the hand of God make it hurt in the game The shame is.. further away It..through the country. The sunlight waits and..all my foolish tears As I look up the window door I realize when ..came through but now I'm changed .. so