Measuring Attitudes Towards The Environment

I kept receiving, letters from desperate ones
You’re my velvet, torn and torn away
All these lies from yesterday

Inside deceiving watching the flames drown
Widow matching a bitter weak with pain
So, so so hard to say "Hello"

Windows not plastic in every chapter
Words wouldn’t match all these colors after all
It pulls me through this porridge dram ´till coffee cups are clear
She wears the common clothes Rainbow drops alcohol

We’ll go home and torn again
Never to grow old
We’ll go home and torn again
Never to build on

And somewhere close your steps we come
The secret lies beneath your shoulders
And somewhere inside your heart you have
the precious gift you’ve always wanted

I kept receiving, letters from desperate ones
You’re my velvet, torn and torn away
All these lies from yesterday

Inside deceiving watching the flames drown
Widow matching a bitter weak with pain
So, so so hard to say "Hello"

We’re just measuring
Attitudes
With the staples
Towards you
...Any words you wish