Chad VanGaalen - Bare Feet on Wet Griptape free for downloading

Lyrics

You don t know what you re saying, everything is changing and everything is strange
You spin it on your fingertip, can you be in pain
You don t know what you re saying, you don t know
flower on the window sill
By the sound sun?, i send it to my sister x2 Griptape, what you re saying
how long can you be in pai-n

how long can you be in pai-n
Hanging over top of you, i do a stupid drawing on the corner of a page Wet, everything is changing and everything is strange
How long can you be in pain, i tell her all my thoughts, flower on the window sill
I tell her all my secrets, and shake it like a pan
How long can you be in pain, flower on the window sill
Everything is changing and everything is strange, what you re saying

and shake it like a pan
Can you be in pain, i love to watch it grow, and shake it like a pan
I do a stupid drawing on the corner of a page, by the sound sun?
everything is changing and everything is strange
i tell her all my secrets
you spin it on your fingertip

I tell her all my secrets, florescent cloud, i love to watch it go
Flower on the window sill, hanging over top of you, how long can you be in pai-n
Bare feet on wet griptape, i love to watch it grow Wet, i send it to my sister x2
What you re saying, i tell her all my thoughts
bare feet on wet griptape
i tell her all my thoughts

I do a stupid drawing on the corner of a page, i tell her all my secrets
I love to watch it go, i do a stupid drawing on the corner of a page
can you be in pain
Flower on the window sill, you don t know what you re saying, by the sound sun?
I tell her all my secrets, florescent cloud
you don t know what you re saying

How long can you be in pai-n, can you be in pain Bare, you don t know what you re saying
Flower on the window sill, hanging over top of you, bare feet on wet griptape
I do a stupid drawing on the corner of a page, how long can you be in pain Bare, flower on the window sill
I tell her all my secrets, you don t know what you re saying Feet, flower on the window sill
You spin it on your thumb, and shake it like a pan
Hanging over top of you, can you be in pain, florescent cloud