Gated Patio - Tijuana Panthers

Drop me off in front

Never pick me up

I want to run around in the fields behind the mall

Sunny afternoon

He explains to me

You misinterpret the lines that age your mother’s face

I hate what you stand for

I know what I came for

Different eyes, you can’t ignore

The street is empty

You face the pool

You might as well be the last man standing on the earth

You set the timer

That waters your lawn

You give an eerie feeling to the children in your life

Living by simple means

Making purpose to dream

Nothing’s ever what it may seem

Through the trees, white satin

In the breeze, ghost phantom

Eyes swallow, information

Protect your gated patio

Living by simple means

Making purpose to dream

Nothing’s ever what it may seem

You don’t know where I come from

You don’t know what I’ve seen

It’s the time in my life to put my mind at ease