Under the Great Black Sky - Fake Moss, Karin My

I strike like to a match

Under my chair there’s a funeral candle

It lets so long

Under my chair there’s a funeral candle

It lets so long

And i’m here to stay

Under the great black sky

And I’m here to stay

Under the great black sky

Here to stay

Under the great black sky

Turn the heat it’s so cold in here

I’m freezing to death

My felts are raging scared from walk

And i’ll find my place

Seventy gram in a plastic bag

My work idle here

Under bridge stop by ca

On christmas day and I’m here to stay

Under the great black sky

And i’m here to stay

Under the great black sky

And I’m here to stay

Under the great black sky

And I’m here to stay

Under the great black sky