Lani Misalucha - Tin Man lyrics

Sometimes late when things are real
And people share the gift
Of gab between themselves
Some are quick to take the bait
And catch the perfect prize that
Wait's among the shells
But Oz never did give nothing to the Tin Man
That he didn't, didn't already have
And Cause never was the
Reason for the evening
Or the tropic of Sir Galahad
So please believe in me
When I say I'm spinning round, round, round
Round smoke glass stain bright color
Image going down, down, down, down
Soap suds green like bubbles
Oh, Oz never did give nothing to the Tin Man
That he didn't, didn't already have
And Cause never was the
Reason for the evening
Or the tropic of Sir Galahad
So please believe in me
When I say I'm spinning round, round, round
Round smoke glass stain bright color
Image going down, down, down, down
Soap suds green like bubbles
No, Oz never did give nothing to the Tin Man
That he didn't, didn't already have
And Cause never was the
Reason for the evening
Or the tropic of Sir Galahad
So please believe in me