Hang Tibetan paintings on my bedroom wall Stick stars on the ceiling so I don't feel so small God I wish I could call you, what the hell would I say? Hope you're feelin' better, we should hang out some day
Oh please Don't you swallow Pills like parma violets, again
Once you showed me a secret, delicate as a moth It barely shivered, its wings were so soft Then it flew up to the fluorescent light I knew right then that you would be alright
Oh please Don't you swallow Pills like parma violets, again
Our lives are prisms, the light beams through Refracting colors is what we do We're different shades of the same blue But at least we're true, at least we're true
Oh please Don't you swallow Pills like parma violets, againTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
