Kenneth Aaron Harris - The Plains

How long since you
Turned cold blood
And when'd you stop
Wearing your perfume?

How high are those walls
That you've put off?
Why is so quiet
In this room?

There is no worst feeling then
When somebody is not listening
Say again what you've said before
But it doesn't matter anymore

If you should, first,
You can't get hurt

And she won't get her
Heart broken again

It's not black, not white
Not a shade of gray
While I would love her
Either way

Either way

Since when was this
All about the money?
And how did we
Get to this place?

I miss taste in the sun
Down the highway
I miss running wild
Across the plains

Is no ones problem
But your own
If were you live
There ancient home

There's not a lot
To talk about just
Pack your bags
And get the fuck out

You'd be scare too
If you knew what she knew

And she won't get her
Heart broken again

It's not black, not white
Not a shade of gray
While I would love her
Either way

Either way