A Song For Me

I was standing, I was singing. I was standing patiently. Lord, Wait this ride for me. Who's gonna sing This song for me? I was smiling, I was walking. Hold me back to open my eyes. Who will crack me drinking smile? Who's still clear my, who's still clear my, Who's still clear My disguise? Was Crying, I was starving. Over Broken glass-made tracks. Following ancient portrait maps. Who could tell me? Who could tell me? Who could tell the glass of glass? I was talking, I was shouting. Listen please, now you turn away. Pictures dance that sleep. Who's gonna paint my, Who's gonna paint my, Who's gonna paint my portrait Gray? I was crying. I was stung, stung, Stung. Over the broken glass-made tracks. Following ancient portrait maps. Hey, who's gonna tell me? Hey, who's gonna tell me? Yeah, Who could tell the maps and tracks? Who's gonna sing it? Sing a song for me. Sing a song for me. You listen. I was waiting. I was singing it to you. I was standing patiently. Lord wait, Lord wait this ride for me. Who's gonna sing? Who's gonna sing?