From the recording Vyka - Pam Param
Lyrics
Verse 1
If I was a rose
I’d play my best role
And keep my thorns always sharpened
I was so naive
I was just another
Flower in your fucking garden
Pre Chorus
Your t shirt’s burning on my skin
Cycling through late Berlin
A busker serenading jazz
Reminds me
This too shall pass
Chorus:
Pam Param Pam
Pam Param Pam
Pam Param Pam
Parara Ram
Verse 2
Dust from the shelf
Books for self help
Where was my mind
I don’t understand
Yeah I’m trying to
Not to blame myself but
If every mistake was a lesson
Then why am I still such a mess oh
Pre Chorus
Your t shirt’s burning on my skin
Cycling through late Berlin
A busker serenading jazz
Reminds me
This too shall pass
Chorus:
Pam Param Pam
Pam Param Pam
Pam Param Pam
Parara Ram