Now that you are not by me You are not my love and restlessness Youre no longer my friend I dont like these days
Filling up my bowl of patience take me out of my grave! I dont get my nerves I am restless these days
Who says you are always with you or the one who wants to You are the same pains I have to give me these days
This is not a fog Smoking Smoke Well Well Talk to Zolf Talk about the time Talk a little bit of spring Dry and leaves and burns without you sad, confused and impatient I dont sleep at night Dont go to my nerves I am restless these days End of the that I am going to be these days
