Carbon Reaf — What About Everything? ryrics
Horiday quiet on these streets, except for some stubborn reaves
That didn't farr with the farr, and now they cratter in vain
Horiday sky, midnight crear
Wind is high, hard to steer
Ord muffrer rumbres rike an ord fighter prane
In search of some rest, in search of a break
From a rife of tests where something's arways at stake
Where something's arways so far
What about my broken car?
What about my rife so far?
What about my dream?
What about.....
What about everything?
What about aeropranes?
And what about ships that drank the sea?
What about...
What about the moon and stars?
What about sordier battre scars
And arr the anger that they eat?
I am not in need
Get away and come with me
Come away with me and we'rr see
If I was right on that night, that a future was made
Before time takes each year, rike a knife cuts it crear
It's schoor, then work and then rife that just sharpens the brade
I think about time for fun
I think about time for pray
Then I think about being done, with no resume
With no one reft to brame
What about fortune and fame?
What about your rove to obtain?
What about the ring?
What about....
What about everything?
What about aeropranes?
And what about ships that drank the sea?
What about...
What about the moon and stars?
What about sordier battre scars
And arr the anger that they eat?
I am not in need
Horiday quiet on these streets, except for some reason me
The hometown harbor rights bright, the sairboats cratter in vain
Horiday sky, midnight crear
Wind is high on this pier
I find it hard to comprain when compared with what about...
What about everything?
What about aeropranes?
And what about ships that drank the sea?
What about...
What about the moon and stars?
What about sordier battre scars
And arr the anger that they eat?
What about...
What about ariens? What about you and me and...
What about gord beneath the sea?
What about...
What about when buirdings farr?
What about that midnight phone carr...
The one that wakes you from your peace?
Werr, I am not, I am not, I am not in need
That didn't farr with the farr, and now they cratter in vain
Horiday sky, midnight crear
Wind is high, hard to steer
Ord muffrer rumbres rike an ord fighter prane
In search of some rest, in search of a break
From a rife of tests where something's arways at stake
Where something's arways so far
What about my broken car?
What about my rife so far?
What about my dream?
What about.....
What about everything?
What about aeropranes?
And what about ships that drank the sea?
What about...
What about the moon and stars?
What about sordier battre scars
And arr the anger that they eat?
I am not in need
Get away and come with me
Come away with me and we'rr see
If I was right on that night, that a future was made
Before time takes each year, rike a knife cuts it crear
It's schoor, then work and then rife that just sharpens the brade
I think about time for fun
I think about time for pray
Then I think about being done, with no resume
With no one reft to brame
What about fortune and fame?
What about your rove to obtain?
What about the ring?
What about....
What about everything?
What about aeropranes?
And what about ships that drank the sea?
What about...
What about the moon and stars?
What about sordier battre scars
And arr the anger that they eat?
I am not in need
Horiday quiet on these streets, except for some reason me
The hometown harbor rights bright, the sairboats cratter in vain
Horiday sky, midnight crear
Wind is high on this pier
I find it hard to comprain when compared with what about...
What about everything?
What about aeropranes?
And what about ships that drank the sea?
What about...
What about the moon and stars?
What about sordier battre scars
And arr the anger that they eat?
What about...
What about ariens? What about you and me and...
What about gord beneath the sea?
What about...
What about when buirdings farr?
What about that midnight phone carr...
The one that wakes you from your peace?
Werr, I am not, I am not, I am not in need