Life will work like a charm
Spelled with twig in the mud
It's a magic wand, that's what the kid was hoping
Some wise man said that hope never dies
Swamp will not dry out from spoking
Could it be that feeling fine is walking fine line?
Oh cut that shit out, it's money who's talking
But is paper rain enough to cool you out?
You'd rather sink in someone's notice
Maybe your hope is grounded up on the sand
Sun, waves, blue sky could be just a kool-aid
And nothing will work like a breeze
Hey, listen, why not to try
Create own story to tell before it is too late
However it doesn't come with ease
Day in, day out, laborious nights
Then break or rather tear, drift on aging skin
Drop by drop and you sink up to your thighs
As long as head's above surface it's not that bad as it seems
You always said that you are fine
Indeed it's a fine for having big dreams
