Amongst Brick Walls

Thousand reasons could make somethin a Wonder,
but all I care about this time is you as you watch everything move with the road amongst brick walls.
There's a lot of things I'd like to know, like lovely thoughts in disarray of a sinking ship,
and one of them is that Im driving alone with you that I dont know at all.

Content, both listening to that classic
she asked If I've been at that road we passed before and I said it tasted simply like our Sins.
I guess all of that passes the point, when looking in your eye
makes me want to stay at somethin to be believed in.

Some wanted the fall of somethin that feels condescending, so some just want to dress a strange feel of somethin with style.
Let's raise all the question that's irrelevant by the time for me to die of somethin that has a sweet beginning.
Clearly this road we're in paves a way to somethin, that no matter,
a sinking sheep has it's reason, like you're the smoke and the Fire.