Look into the mirror, can't you see the light? Look outside the window, can't you see the light? When the harp is playing be sure that you've cleaned your hands And try to talk much clearer, so the world will understand
That you syncopate the beat, that color scheme like you're living inside someone else's dream That sugarplum queen has no money to buy herself the rest of the dress
Won't you tap the keys so gently? Scared it might make a sound And the rain won't break the window, unless you know which monarch was crowned When the harp is playing be sure that you've cleaned your hands And try to talk much clearer, so the world will understand
That you syncopate the beat, that color scheme like you're living inside someone else's dream That sugarplum queen has no money to buy herself the rest of the dress, it's the stress It's the stress
It's the mess of the man with the bird and the egg With the two in the hand when the razor is bled When the harp is playing be sure that you've cleaned your hands And try to talk much clearer, so the world will understand
That you syncopate the beat, that color scheme like you're living inside someone else's dream That sugarplum queen has no money to buy herself the rest of the dress Won't you syncopate the beat, that color scheme like you're living inside someone else's dream That sugarplum queen has no money to buy herself the rest of the dress, it's the stressTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
