Get on the turkish line
You've never written a diamond under my door
I'm through 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

Wasn't ready to
Wasn't ready to be loved
By you

Almost a year ago, dreamin' 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
Wasn't ready to be loved
By you

Wasn't ready to be loved
Wasn't ready to be loved
By you