Telepatía Video (MV)

There is a drought in my mind.
My thoughts are covered in the sand
I try to find a water source,
A river or an ocean ghost.
Who might help with what I seek.
Can't believe it's so hard to think of one way out, out it seems.

I pour my tears in the glass, water my plants,
And drink the rest, and drink the rest.
From drought to flood, so obscene.
That's my very own inner evergreen, that's my very own inner evergreen.

That's my very own inner evergreen.

That's my very own inner evergreen.

How will it end?
I don't feel like I need to correct
This absolute mess that I make,
With every single breath I take.

There's still a drought in my mind,
And the thought is drowning me all right
Completely blind, completely blind.

From drought to flood, so obscene
That's my very own inner evergreen, that's my very own inner evergreen.

That's my very own inner evergreen.

That's my very own inner evergreen.