Wake up the dying Don't wake up the dead Change what you're saying Don't change what you said Now that it's time that I got out of bed
When i walk myself down sycamore street The sun beats down No shoes on my feet And i stumble on a daisy through concrete
Pink and brown babies in pink stroller cars Know that it's good They don't care where they are They know that home doesn't feel very far
When i walk myself down sycamore street The sun beats down No shoes on my feet And i stumble on a daisy through concrete
Airplane is flying up in the sky Making a pattern with the white lines Looks like a heart Or maybe a pieTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
