Like the smoke that rises to the ceiling, Mona I keep seeing the things I seen yesterday Yet the wheels keep turning, they keep turning, Mona, Things I am seeing, I just can’t say
Like the sun that rises, I keep trying, Mona To let everyone know that I won’t give up Yes, the water is dripping, can’t you taste it, Mona, Lift up your head from that bitter cup
Oh, Mona, don’t close the door The fireman’s coming and he’s bringing more Oh, Mona, the gardener’s here, He’s got loads of dirt, he can plant your hurt Oh, Mona, the water is on The water is a-boiling and it won’t be long Won’t be long, Won’t be long, Won’t be long.
Like the hole that’s waiting in the future, Mona It could already be filled when we get there There’s a hole that’s waiting in the future, Mona It could already be filled when we get there It could already be filled when we get there It could already be filled when we get thereTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
