Letra de Ichabod

Hold that volume, speak my tongue Things are lookin' up But you spit nothing 'bout the world in convo But you complain there's something wrong But it's true to me you're not above the world Help me when you're sleepin', I'll be waiting Show me something so real, you can't fake it 'Angel of the Whitest Snow', where you been? Pave me honesty to hold what's true to me With breeze some lift To soar the world I'm calling home With breeze some lift To calm the world or follow Rome Keepin' your eyes on the south (With breeze some lift) On the south (To soar the world I'm calling home) Home sweet hole (With breeze some lift) Understand (To calm the world or follow Rome)