When you are kingly dressed In a cloud of childhood memories Crawling down in That warm safe box Your thoughts carry Golden linings
Floating back to that wooden shack Drifting into your childhood zoo
And this phantom bird that you Once saw hidden in exile The feathers still so soft and white From all this dirt you've been seeing
You train of thoughts Are floating Down this warm And gently stream Before these days of drinking Before these days of nicoteenTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.