Hold on to my dreams and I'll come find them in your room I reach out in thought, expect you working on a tune But you're tending to some flowers that have long ceased to bloom The fresh smell of cinnamon enlightens all the gloom Is that what you hang on to?
Hold on to my memories and write 'em down for me You might find a friend in your neglected history And one day you might wanna dwell on all the distant years The steady smell of cinnamon can't make them disappear Or is that what you were hoping for?
Another dreamless night Fixing you up Your favourite lullaby Silence
Hold on to my words and I'll come place them on your tongue The reason you recall them is 'cause you knew them all along Though somehow when you speak them now they sound all wrong The sun shines on the cinnamon floating from the bong Is that what it has come to?
Another dreamless day Passing you by Strolling your time away Blind eyed
Another dreamless daze I'm right behind Ready for when you wake I'm too kind Just too kindTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
