Miles Kurosky Follow

trey, do you feel love?
do you feel nothing from above?
oh oh, trey
do you feel pain?
or do you feel anything at all?

i, well i was born here. i was born honest, but they call me sincere.
i was third in a strange world full of gentlemanly volunteers
i was baptized in a trough. well i was found, but i felt lost.
i just need a witness and some tenderness.

courtesy's still king where
ghosts and birds are singing
all through the night
even on the wrong side of this river
that tried to steal my sight
but don't lay me in my grave tonight.
just leave me with some hope and some candlelight.

shanghai'd by a greyhound dealer, who told me he would give me shelter.

because he falls in love the same way as us,
and if you think he feels no pain, well, just wait til his heart breaks.

i washed ashore late at night.
well i was cursed, but i felt fine.
the lights of the city burned like candlelights,
so i ran with thieves. my friends were rogues and slippery eels.
how i tried to find the pill
to help me feel the way that you feel.
oh, shiny new with Indian blood,
oh it?s coursing through my veins and straight to my head.

dressed in rags, I was dodging daggers,
the queens in drag, and the dormant swagger.
I was stoned out in the avenues, but I still found my way back to you,
where nothing in this world really matters
except the sound of my own heart?s patter.

trey, do you feel love?
do you feel nothing from above?
oh oh, trey