Barzin So Much Time To Call My Own
Traveling through the wrong side of the week
I tried to find a place that was somewhere in between
But I wasted time in a room with all my needs
And craved like a beast who is after things
So much here to call my own
But so much more claim me as their own
I think you were right, we are the weak ones
We’re always here waiting for someone
Trying to write it down before it‘s gone,
Inside a book, though it comes out wrong.
So much here to call my own
But so much more claim me as their own
