Hot - Sense Cents Sense - Why The Sky Is Blue - We Were On Our Way - Cold Chills Running Down My Back

Hot
Scorching heat
Burns
Makes red feet


Sense cents sense
Home hum home
Does your sense
Make nicely cents?


Why the sky is blue
Has been a question
For generations of
Past and will be
Of the present future


We were on our way
Walking down the street
I hurried on by
I was told you were scary to meet


Cold chills running down my back
You are my savior for the things
I lack
Hot sweat falling down my face
The scent left behind I will trace

Hear The Rustle Of - Go To Get Me - Can We Go - Blue Skies

Hear the rustle of
The wind
See it fly through
Your mind
See the colors of
The tree
Hear the leaves say
I'm free
Breeze the wind
Fly the kite
Deep breathe with all
Your might


Go to get me
Go to get he
Getting is going sh...


Can we go
We were told
No
Can we stay
We were told
Play


Blue skies
Green grass

Cold - Daisies Are Nice To Have - Blue Is How I Feel - As I See You Through - Out Of My Mind

Cold
Shoulder
Wet
Feet
You're one
Tough cookie
I may never
Eat


Daisies are nice to have
To show them off, I mean
Don't touch the daises
Or they won't stay clean


Blue is how I feel
Green is not my way
Tears are now my friend
Motives don't go very far


As I see you through
The window shades my view
I meekly trespass your yard
Dogs sleep, no guard


Out of my mind
Out of my brain
How long is this love
Taking?
Out of my skin
Out of my veins
Doesn't happen soon I'll
Go insane