Neither plum nor tangerine but orange in my memory was the sky from which it fell landed there in that motel
Milky moon hung by a thread just say the word, I'll reel it in like George Bailey for his girl you and I against the world
I was born just like a dove I only want to rise above
I know I should change my strings amongst one hundred other things I don't care what shape I hold this world of pain is getting old so
Now I go down to the park or cemetery after dark feel the weight of life again shave away ambivalence
Once you've seen the darkest night and some cold wind snuffs out your light
Though we burned up by the sun I couldn't help but find it fun
Humming to myself again walking out at 6 am Into pink and fairer skies try and dry my crying eyesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
