Eric's Trip - Haze текст песни

I dream about it, all the time
I live with things on stupid rhymes
I saw the angles near the sky

Think about you all the time
I'm trapped within this useless rhyme
I saw the fire in your try

I can't be what I need
Kissing me sweet
Bliss my eyes
Bliss my eyes
My eyes

Eyes
I can't be what I need
Kissing me sweet
Bliss my eyes
Bliss my eyes
My eyes