Get on the turskish line. you've never written. a diamond under my door. I'm trought this door. sometimes it closes my eyes. sometimes it comes on time. some lies were hidden. the sun shines. in the son's heart. then flows the hat. then grows the red carpet. I wasn't ready to be loved. by you.. Almost a year agodreamin'. alive pushing those pills around. I was dead I was dead. climbing that road. my grave is there. my eyes are swamp again. Wasn't ready to be loved. by you.