The Quill (Band)
In My Shed
Save me momma please
I'm begging on my bended knees
Done my days of crying in the shed
Won't you save me mother please
I need a remedy for my disease
A shed to form the voices in my head
Letting out what ever is inside
Running down to clear my state of mind
I'm about to leave my shed
In my shed I thought I had the things to make me fly
But I know that I woke up to fall
No wonder why I brought my shed down
I'm reaching out my hand
Grabbing same the shapeless man
Ground to waste, no reason not to fly
Go on reaching out my hand
Mother try to understand
Even if I'm blind I'm free to fly
Letting out what ever is inside
Burning down to clear my state of mind
I'm about to leave my shed
In my shed I thought I had the things to make me fly
But I know that I woke up to fall
No wonder why I brought my shed down
Save me mother please
I'm begging on my bended knees
Done my days of crying in the shed
Won't you save me mother please
I need a remedy for my disease
A shed to form the voices in my head
In my shed I thought I had the things to make me fly
But I know that I woke up to fall
No wonder why I brought my shed down
I brought my shed down
I brought my shed down