You don't feel a thing
but my hands pressed against your cheek
Remember I couldn't help but think
of all the pains you'd leave
but you don't know them yetAwake to the machine
and I started rapping to the beat
and how you'd laugh and find relief
that I'm the one that doesn't treat
you like you went and left
When the gold light approaches
garner the ground with white orchids
and there better be wild wild wild
Wild horsesYou were calling for me
but I let your Momma take the lead
as we'd argue how I'd sleep
or find the will to eat
knowing the timingWon't show my teeth
I'll find my private time to weep
Watch them wheel you down the deep
linoleum ravine
I'll keep it quiet
When the gold light approaches
garner the ground with white orchids
and there better be wild wild wild
Wild horses
