She never leaves the block, kids are too young and their mother is too old, and there's everything here anyway, has everything here anyway. She never complains or just nobody heard her, wishing loud that she could leave to the place down the freeway down there, some place pass the freeway down there. Is that wisdom? Or is it fear? Well no one really knows... But those who got close enough to her, saw she collects postcards from around the world...
There is a beach full of palm trees next to the Eiffel Tower of gay Paris, there're Manuel's eyes and a Rita smile and a big celeb that has no name.
She likes the blue ones best, deep as the sea and high as the sky, cause that's where he'll come from one day to pick her up and take her away... far away... from everything... Is that wisdom? Or is it fear? Well, no one really knows... But those who got close enough to her saw she collects postcards from around the world...
She hangs them everywhere, they are all over the house like little windows to watch all around the world... all around the world...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
