Cindy decided to leave her childhood diary under her bed She burned almost everything except for her wedding ring Because she threw that in the sea
She hid in her neighbor's yard and watched as the fire scarred The house she never could leave It was the prettiest thing she thought she had ever seen A thing in which to believe
Cindy walked down the street, the smell of the fire so sweet And she laughed through the smoke At the end of the block she made one last stop To make sure she had everything Awash in the beautiful sound of the old house burning down She opened her bag She could have sworn that she took her overdue library books But they were not to be seen A knowing smile crossed her face as she remembered the place Where she left them upstairs She slowly walked back down the street And into the burning debris She couldn't take on any more late feesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
