Ecco

When I finish with the lion's share I will go down another road Admit it with a tiny head You and them found some oath Man looking for his only way Though it's soon impossible Bat looming when an angel go home Bout as good as anyone So moving like a phoneme trial It concerns a ghost from home (now) that you have really found your place Would you say you were the one Now reeling with a played oath for her To deserve this lash of hope Now we were always back on play Who deserves the world alone No meter synchs the days Of all that's staged To let your color run Some blowing tattered rags It reigns you in Painted in my mind