Future Visions-Kerala Dust

Yeah I'm six feet of cellophane, Under a suitcase of broken shoes. If I could send these anxious arms again, But nothing ever seems to get to you I've got nine visions of the future, Which are keeping me awake. I've got seven things I need to tell you, None of which would make you stay. If I could touch your loving side, As another half of mine. Touch your love inside, As another half of mine. Yeah I'm done going under With a whisper that I can't shake. If I could fold into your arms again, But nothing ever stays the same. I've got nine visions of the future, Which are keeping me awake. I've got seven things I need to tell you, None of which would make you stay. If I could touch your loving side, As another half of mine. Touch your love inside, As another half of mine. Mama don't go. Mama don't go. Mama don't go. Mama don't go. I've got nine visions of the future, Which are keeping me awake. I've got several things I need to tell you. None of which would make you stay. If I could touch your loving side, As another half of mine. Touch your love inside, As another half of mine.