Chramer, Gip Die Varwe Mir

And I feel that time's a wasted go
So where ya going to tommorrow
And I see that these are lies to come
Would you even care

And I feel it
And I feel it

Where ya going for tommorrow
Where ya going with that mask I found
And I feel, and I feel
When the dogs begin to smell her
Will she smell alone

And I feel, so much depends on the weather
So is it raining in your bedroom
And I see, that these are the eyes of disarray
Would you even care

And I feel it
And she feels it

Where ya going to tommorrow
Where ya going with that mask I found
And I feel, and I feel
When the dogs begin to smell her
Will she smell alone

When the dogs do find her
Got time, time, to wait for tomorrow
To find it, to find it, to find it
When the dogs do find her
Got time, time, to wait for tomorrow
To find it, to find it, to find it

Where ya going for tommorrow
Where ya going with that mask I found
And I feel, and I feel
When the dogs begin to smell her
Will she smell alone

When the dogs do find her
Got time, time, to wait for tomorrow
To find it, to find it, to find it
When the dogs do find her
Got time, time, to wait for tomorrow
To find it, to find it, to find it
To find it
To find it
To find it