ZANG TUUMB TUM DISCOGRAPHY “…or the imagination”

Finest of ways


I’m the kind of guy, think I should hide my face and cry
I give you the truth and you think it’s still a lie
The sun and the heat, me living in the street
I struggle to find a meal to eat

But if you’re living in a place with pearls in your case
And all the paper to fill your face
Let your soul be free, like me
Go for the kill and still you say that…

The sun shines bright, the moon set fine
The breeze hit the trees in the finest of ways
The sun shines bright, the moon set fine
The breeze hit the trees in the finest of ways

The sun shines bright, the moon set fine
The breeze hit the trees in the finest of ways
The sun shines bright, the moon set fine
The breeze hit the trees in the finest of ways

Now I, I learn to live and love fast
So I fly, be rid of my past when they cheat and steal from other man
And I don’t want to fall and have it all come tumbling down
I’ve worked too hard for this, my only shot, I cannot miss but still the…

The sun shines bright, the moon set fine
The breeze hit the trees in the finest of ways
The sun shines bright, the moon set fine
The breeze hit the trees in the finest of ways

The sun shines bright, the moon set fine
The breeze hit the trees in the finest of ways
The sun shines bright, the moon set fine
The breeze hit the trees in the finest of ways

The sun shines bright, the moon set fine
The breeze hit the trees in the finest of ways
The sun shines bright, the moon set fine
The breeze hit the trees in the finest of ways

The sun shines bright, the moon set fine
The breeze hit the trees in the finest of ways
The sun shines bright, the moon set fine
The breeze hit the trees in the finest of ways

The sun shines bright, the moon set fine
The breeze hit the trees in the finest of ways
The sun shines bright, the moon set fine
The breeze hit the trees in the finest of ways