LYRIC FOR SALE

By JoseMa

I am your world … that is true
I am the waste of the right and the left
I am the food of your food
I am all what is left

And the sun comes to me as a father to his girl
And the moon changes the subject, as I’m crying … can’t you see?
As my lines tend to change … whose fault it is?
Is not me, maybe is just the way it is
Maybe it is what it is
Maybe it is what it is

And the time comes and goes
Million years have passed
Is it hot or is not
Changes are the flow of a river whose sea is out of reach
Endless ways to see the beach

And the sun comes to me as a father to his girl
And the moon changes the subject, as I’m crying … can’t you see?
As my lines tend to change … whose fault it is?
Is not me, maybe is just the way it is
Maybe it is what it is
Maybe it is what it is

How long are we willing to pay?
I am the change, the coins not fate
I am all what is left
Your mother the earth
Your mother the earth