Joseph

They want to see me cry
I would rather fly
I'm swimming in my grease
Angel, touch my face

She leads me by my hand
To castles in the sand
Suffocating from concrete
She I like to meet

I have to leave to look
I had to take a took (?)
I have to feel alone
I have to change my tone

I begin to wash my sins
I'm tryin' (?), my life begins

I sit up, I stand down
I sit up, I spin around