He's not a parrot and he thinks he's a pie But he's just a perfume wearing dotted yellow line And I respect that
And, "there are some mornings when the sky looks like a road," she says And how I wish I'd walked along that road to your house And I regret that
'Cause tucked through doors in water Through windows in the sky There's a boy who wants me to say something pretty And I can't to save my life
A balloon stuck in a tree Is a sad song let go of the string Up, up, and away Bursting in your face, your face
No bread, bread box, dead brain, brain pox You didn't drink your brain away, you locked it in a box And I want to find it
And I can do it on my own Men aren't compasses, I know And I hate it
'Cause for him two lonely people only double something sad But I really think two lonely people cut lonely in half And a solid yellow line is just two dotted yellow lines And a boy as good as you is something I can't define
And that's why I can't say what I need to say But I hope this has been pretty anywayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.