Makes Me Feel - Afterlife, Steve Miller

It makes me think otherways

The ways that we throw away

The way the world had shaped,

But I can’t find my days.

It makes me think of a nation,

That is floated away.

It makes me think of a platt skies,

Well above your head.

Makes me feel like,

Makes me feel like… Calli’n

It makes me wonder how you,

How you try to control,

And do you ever rest your eyes of a child.

I know my ways they are lonely forget how I cry

You go somewhere

Far now in your sleep

Life is changing

In front of you and me.

And you try, and don’t care

And you try, you don’t care

And like the hands of a cloud

That has turning through life

And please don’t try to change me…

You watch… the times… crash… over me…

Listen to the heartbeat…

It’s a constant pattern

That we’ve got to change

It is going forwards

Backwards again…

Watching you… watching you… watching you…