Permanent Shape Testo

Testo Permanent Shape

Some things don't happen as I planned.

The traffic lights get me jammed inside a Jane Doe of my owne confusion.

If only I could sense the words, intercept thoughts before they hurt.

If only I could switch the pain, I would.


When will we be there, to stop this feeling.

When will we be there, can't stop that feeling.



So I thought about it, but I can't seem to find the resistance,

the twist that was stuck in your mind.

Can't seem to find what I'm looking for, but I'll continue, try to open that door.

Because I'm to curious, to give up this quest,

the searh for the answer, do I'll do my best.



When will we be there, to stop this feeling.
When will we be there, can't stop that feeling.



When will this end



When will we be there, to stop this feeling.

When will we be there, can't stop that feeling.