Lyrics

Where they don't wear shirts on the streets
And where they don't wear shoes on their feets
They don't care about things that make you cry
A river flows downstream but why
How can he understand who does not
Try to understand him?
Well I once glanced behind the place
Where you always hide your eyes
Well it's not even the things inside your face
That make your masterful disguise
Bleeding wounds give way to seeing
Fancied shades of red