I'm sitting in a rather small room My walls have nothing to say I memorize every hole Squinting eyes all day
Fold me up and bring me home With the night I cannot stay!
Violence surrounds my house I'm a loco loser Springing the noose, stay rather far
I rest from the fact The birds cover trees on my side Violence surrounds my house So I sit on the side These birds are mine, together The friends of your blood I smile, then divide The birds all take mine
Fold me up and bring me home No I will not stay These birds surround my house I cannot stay
I'm sitting in a rather small room My walls have nothing to say I memorize every hole Squinting eyes all day
Resting from the fact the birds The birds cover the trees, my side Violence surrounds my house So I sit on the side
These birds My mind Together They fly
On the side I hide my eyes Stole my mind I feel my flight
The milkman passes through today, on his way He's bringing home the noose of mine The birds are his tree I'm sitting in a rather small room My eyes of nothing left to say I can remember a time I was As pretty as the day!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
