Letra de Mizzy C
I keep my sacrament stories from my youth That I've told before Conversations with myself Have become such a bore Struggling to find the rhythm In these blues of mine I've been living out of focusIf I try to change direction I might not find what I'm looking for But this bitter disposition Well now must surely run its course OohNow I've been given the gift of persistence But it's become a curse Unraveling backward In the distance I heard a I can see a man On his face there's no trace of time There's a strange and mad idea I must findIf I try to change direction I might not find what I'm looking for But this bitter disposition Well now must surely run its course OohI wanna change directionIf I try to change direction I might not find what I'm looking for But this bitter disposition Well now must surely run its courseSo if I try to change direction I might not find what I'm looking for But this bitter disposition Well now must surely run its courseOoh