Baixar Mais Tocadas: Jack Johnson

I gotta get home, there’s a garden to tend / All the fruits on the ground / And the birds have all moved back into my attic whistled in static / Young learn to fly I will patch up the holes once again
Look at all those fancy clothes / But these could keep us warm just like those / And what about your soul, is it cold? / Is it straight from the mold and ready to be sold?
There’s a black hole pulling me in / I slowly bend till I see the back of my own sins / I stole my soul from myself now I wonder / Wonder, is there somebody with a perfect plan