Letra de What to Make

Oh, momma what to make of my dreams I, crawl into bed with awful things And i tried so hard, to sleep so well But something drags my mind to hell Doctor, doctor, whats this sickness in the soul That makes my friends grow so cold What kind of love is so easily sold I think its finally taken its toll Tin man you speak of vacancy But my friend your so naive You've got more love than you could ever believe And thats more than i can say for me Oh, Darling how deep is your wound Do you still believe that promises come true I know it feels like you wont make it through But what kind of God would abandon you Oh, Jesus why must i sing When i feel i've lost everything I swam so far, but my body grew weak So i close my eyes, and i Just sink