We stopped for coffee in the Redwood forest Giant dripping leaves, spoons of powdered cream I wanted to kiss you but I wasn't sure how Like those indians, lost in the rainforest Forced to drag burning wood wherever they went They all had forgotten how to start a fire
This is why people OD on pills And jump from the Golden Gate Bridge Anything to feel weightless again
Those poor lost indians when the white man found them Most died of TB, the rest went insane In our motel room, you're drinking Slice and gin Reading Moby Dick on the other bed Remember the first time we slept together You said it felt like when you learned to float
This is why people OD on pills And jump from the Golden Gate Bridge Anything to feel weightless againTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
