Buckhead Shaman - Beverly Hills Shaman Lyrics

Might be a happy christening
Pastiche! We were blistering
In the face of the wall at the pond in the park
In the dawn that I breathe when I'm waiting alone
It's the one I see when I'm whistling along, yeah
Blast beat, heavy fisting it
Concrete I been fishing in
It's the page that I keep with the weight of the world
It's the one I see when I'm whistling alone
In the face of the wall at the pond in the park at the dawn
Baby
It's the air that I breathe when I'm waiting alone
It's the one I see when I'm whistling along
In the face of the wall in the pond at the park in the dawn
It's so surreal
It's real to me