My Life - The Wolfgang Press

You will never understand

When I begin to look like me

We can never be described

You, you turn around again

I spoke we can be the same

But I have left my soul out there

Why?

Hey, what is it?

My life just flew past here

Speak, speak and be broken

What, what is the reason?

Mine, mine is the answer

So what is it I’ve spoken?

So what is it I’ve lost?

The air is dirt, the ground is worse

Coo Cuckoo Coo Cuckoo Coo Cuckoo Coo Cuckoo

You will never understand

When I begin to look like me

We will always be entwined

It’s true

Hey, what is it?

My life just flew past here

I think I’ve been forgotten

We should lift this tree now

Take it down into my head, take it down into my soul

Take it down into my birth, where it cannot be destroyed

Take it down into my head, take it down into my soul

Take it down into my birth, take it down into my head

You and I, you and I, you and I