And when she blows the candle flame to smoke She says a prayer for all of those who live in houses and in homes And Monday she'll go down town standing naked in the road You may know what I am But who I am you don't know
She'll run across the mustard dust sand Scream down the wind And the sea is in a cold Like when in holiday homes And houses like sweet confectionary And sandcastles and drinking wine Hungry dinners perfectly timed
And mother and father glowing young Happy to be each other together When she blows the candle out She goes to bed and lies and drags through her head The day that went way of every day But tomorrow she'll fly a plane Over the fields where the houses aren't built yet
She smiled sweetly across the room Through the lunchtime smoke And I loved her for a second And discarded the queen and I know How sweetness turns sour And leaves they turn to brown And then to earth and dust And settle in this town You get blown away...
She smiled sweetly across the lunchtime smoke And I loved her for a second and discarded the queen and I know When men are being little boys again And women cruel stepmothers of old And this is the invention The adventure of my own I get blown away...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
