Testo Broken

Didn't sleep last night, couldn't calm down
The cold water running past my window, kept me crying out.

Give me sunlight, the good medicine.
Its all part of the open pressures of growing up.

Met a friend but then again, you could get around town like they do.
Have shower then drive around, looking out for Northfields avenue.
The journey's sour the fire is out achieving sounds sell a heart of glue.
Have a listen, a dirty mind.
Moving matters untold residue

It'ss all evolution's fault now,
It's all down to echoes in the crowd.