Various Artists:

Slaves Songtext

All I am is a man
I want the word in my hand
I hate the beach but I stand
In California with my toes in the sand
Use the sleves of my sweether
Head in the clounds but my gravity's ceter
Touch my neck, I'll touch yours
You in those little high weasted shorts

She knows what I think about
What I think about?
One love, two mouths
One love, one house
No shirt, no blouse
Just us, you find out
Nothing I really wanna talk about no...

Couse it's too cold
For you here, and now
So let me hold both your hands in the holes of my sweather

...your breath away
I no mind if reals no much to say
Sometimes the silence guides our mind to move to a place so far way
The goosebumps start to race