letra de bedside traveler - aesthetics across the color line

walking on frozen street
have no direction
making myself to start to think
am i drinking too much
but honestly it’s not
the best of my thoughts
by passing beggars
they always waving me friendly
but my pockets are empty
when i walking on empty streets alone
i’d rather be home
in my bed

days passing by and
i still pretend
that i’m alright
without your hand
that used to pass me beer
for tv shows
in our sp-ce
i feel like home