The Dead South - Ballad for Janoski

Sittin' in your living room, while the sun is shining through, You see reflections, and the shadows they cast
when the demon grabs you boy, you better run to mass
Pre-OH
So we sing, until the demons gone
And we will play his games until we play them all So we dance, the night away
He will turn his head in shame
As he walks away, hey, hey, heeyyy
You fly so high, you can almost touch the sky You breath so deep no one else can,
Get no sleep
You flaot away all the problems we had today But inside of you theirs,
A demon breaking through
Pre Oh
So we sing, until the demons gone
And we will play his games until, we play them all So we dance, the night away
He will turn his head in shame As he walks awaayy
Nananananan