Solomon’s Bones Bush

Watching waiting - falling breathing
Gaping wasted sickley feeling
Winds keep come my way
I have less to say
I'm waiting here I'm waiting here
I'm waiting here

Solomon breaks my head
Kicks me so far down my street
I am struggling with this time
I am struggling on my feet

We go down we go down
There is no doubt
Doubt
There is no doubt
We do without
There is no
There is no
There is no more doubt
No more doubt
No more doubt

Solomon waits by the wall
Spitting from his eyes
Said his life becomed my fault