The breeze

Going through shops and bars and houses** Blowing through stores in skirts and trousers Following taxis, hanging on buses Meadows, fields, in between rushes Nobody knows, nobody sees I am the breeze...

Look, I just wanna make you better I think I can save you, but I think I'm bi-polar I love you, then I hate you Crew from this dame, I hate whoever ain't you Hate when I can't date you, But I also...