A Riddle - Tamas Wells Told myself it was a riddle That way I felt not in the middle Of a caravan east and a rattling tyre Hurt my hand on those stinging nettles And we couldn't find where you put the kettle Frozen leaves stuck to the metal and wire When it burns on my feet and the windows down When it burns on the seat and we lie on the ground and say Car that we bought from my brother He sold it when he yelled at our mother I'll be selling it for another I'm done Told myself it was a riddle That way I felt not in the middle Of a caravan east and a rattling tyre When it burns on my feet and the windows down When it burns on the seat and we lie on the ground And say编辑于2021/02/10更新