Here comes the day, here comes the morning Just another day, bringing in the daylight Forcing myself up out of bed Staring at the wall, thinking of the fool, fool, fool
Here comes the child, he's just a little boy Looking like his mother, feeling like his dad Look at his face, he does enjoy the chase Chasing all the girls, kissing all the girls
And his mother watches over Making sure he won't let go of her
Looking from the window Staring at the pavement Spinning through the sky I hear you cry
Calling softly Falling softly
Smiling of course, I am a little boy Just a little boy, playing with my soldiers And they pulled him to his feet But he was all broken, woken
Smiling from the window Breathing in the open Turning from the pavement The sky so golden
Staring at my hands Feel my heart is beating Running through the streets The world at our feet
Smiling from the window Breathing in the open Turning from the pavement The sky so golden
Staring at my hands Feel my heart is beating Running through the streets The world at our feetTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
