Here/Haze/Here

[divided_poet]

I don't like it here,
'Cause my vision is rarely clear
But I could like it here
If I got to know it,

We walked in the sand
and we walked through the lands
and I still cannot stand
all of your madness

I've been on this train for days
I can't breathe in the heat, this haze

We walked in the sand
and we roamed through the lands
and - I could like it here
if - I swear I could like it here
if I got to know it

We walked we roamed, we lived, our home
Know it, through your madness
Know it, think I could stand it

I won't try to think like
I could find a new life
with you on my shoulder
I don't want that.