Oh.. hey, you got to stop that!
Being scared of everything that could happen.
Being scared of nothing could happen.
Being scared of everything that could happen.
Being scared of nothing could happen.
Oh.. yeah, the life around is fuzzy buzz.
Everything seems natural, organised and heaven to live.
And.. hey, you got to stop that.
Stop thinking that life is lively and made of heaven and hell.
Yeah, everyone got a story to tell;
Which is unnaturally natural in its way.
Some fishes are hard to kill;
So hey, you got to stop that.
Stop trying to kill that doesn’t die.
Everything’s blurry at the moment.
Nah.. overdose doesn’t clear the cloudy sky.
Neither the touch let’s you forget the feeling.
Inevitable the bonds are and become.
So hey, you got to stop that.
Stop if it’s evitable and shaky.
Funny.. that life always finds a way;
And.. no cold can freeze the beat of heart.
Letting nothing pass in between the tangled bodies;
What shall one know?
So hey, you got to stop that.
Stop being a goddess and cold.
Isn’t.. the soul(s) unsettled?
And yeah.. we’ve got and get the scars.
And.. no dark sky guarantees the moonlight.
But hey, isn’t it enough to hear,
“I’ve got your back; And wink with a smile?”
Fuck moonlight, when the hugs are enough to let fall asleep.
And gently, kiss the scar.
