Texty: Elisa. Mr. Want.

I want to tear out half the pages
I want to create a different color
I want to roll your thoughts and smoke'em
I want to crush this bitter softness.

But Mr.Want is dead
he was sick for a long time
I would like to have known him
but he left to soon.

Now Mr.Want is dead
he was sick for a long time
I would like to have known him
but he left to soon.

I want to bathe in the sea of rescue
I want to knit a sweater for the moon
I want to steal your breath and sell it
I want to pour honey on the blade.

But Mr.Want is dead
he was sick for a long time
I would like to have known him
but he left to soon.

Now Mr.Want is dead
he was sick for a long time
I would like to have known him
but he left to soon.

I want escape this endless freedom
I want to laugh like summer lightning
I want ignore your best seduction
I want to love with all my hatred.
But Mr.Want is dead
he was sick for a long time
I would like to have known him
but he left to soon.

Now Mr.Want is dead
he was sick for a long time
I would like to have known him
but he left to soon.

But Mr.Want is dead
he was sick for a long time
I would like to have known him
but he left to soon.

Now Mr.Want is dead
he was sick for a long time
I would like to have known him
but he left to soon.