Brass buttons, green silks and silver shoes Warm evenings, pale mornings, bottled blues And tiny golden pins that she wore up in her hair Brass buttons, green silks and silver shoes
My mind was young and then it grew My thoughts known only by a few A dream much too real to be leaned against too long And all the time I guess she knew
Her thoughts still dance inside my head Her comb still lies beside my bed But the sun comes up without her, it doesn't know she's gone And it remembers nothing that she said
Brass buttons, green silks and silver shoes Warm evenings, pale mornings, bottled blues And tiny golden pins that she wore up in her hair Brass buttons, green silks and silver shoes Brass buttons, green silks and silver shoesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
