Blue Grass Farm

Freedom What are you talking about? We are spinning in circles in an earth that is round There is no doubt about Relying on others Pretending that everything is going to be fine Look down to the window There’s a blue grass farm And tell me what is that you see La la la, la la la, la la la La la la, la la la, la la la Same old Person with the feelings that no one can change Run that Endless corridor where the anger is made You never know If those two lovers in snow Will ever talk again I know that it sucks That you can hold her no more But friend, don’t mess things up again La la la, la la la, la la la La la la, la la la, la la la