Buddy کے بول

My hands are open, my soul is on fire And i'm walking my way back to you Cut from a landscape, so bold and abrasive I played down canal for my food I sucked in the air, and i spit it back out As a fever unwound in my chest My hands are open, my soul is on fire And i'm walking, I'm walking, i'm walking, I'm walking, i'm I play to the waters. where some mothers daughters Are itching their gypsy feet raw The band plays behind me, we march into liberty Something inside of me turns Maddened to silence, i'm blowing out violence It's spilling all over my shirt I'm goin' down as the crowd gathers around But i'm walking, i'm walking I'm walking, i'm walking, i'm I'm wired to the sidewalk again Lover now my hands are blistered I'm soaked in nothing but wine When i float to the surface I'll find out your purpose And hunt down your cellophane eyes