I know of dust and blazing hot land beneath my feet
The sun is merciful at times when my tears have dried
I stare at bright colors crossing the street
I know of bags that carry silver coins and golden currency
I know of dust and blazing hot land beneath my feet
The sun is merciful at times when my tears have dried
I stare at bright colors crossing the street
I know of bags that carry silver coins and golden currency
Shake Hands with your Fantastic Life 