Besedila: Radical Face. Smile.

Smile

Teeth broken

Play piano

Take a number

When snows come

And the trees all

Start to crumble

I'll be waiting



Ask me

Is there fire?

And I will smile

My teeth are broken

I play guitar now

And break the strings off

I need the metal

To make some music

That we can't hear



I, I, I try

I, I try to see the sky

I, my eyes are fine

Oh



Get a job now

And write a poem

About the poems

That made you throw up

When you're dying

Take the ceiling

Turn them backwards

And they will love you

Just like we do



I, I, I try

I, I try to see the sky

I, my eyes are fine

Oh