He's old like the raspberry cold Coming in the window His gloom room Flowers blooming out like armadillos
He looks to the left at the yellow lines Moving with the traffic His veins have turned to plastic blinds
He was new like the violet dew Water looking at him through The telescopic mountain view Where the stars were still laughing
He lept into the northern sky Filled his lungs with peace and Never even wondered why
Go with the yellow light Your mind is a dandelion The weight of your crooked spine Is returning to snow They know, you were mostly our machines Not electrical in dreams
He's old like the raspberry cold Coming in the window His gloom room Flowers then blooming out like armadillos
He walks with the owls and the yellow moon Walks like a river lapping His blood is thick and tacky
He was new like the violet dew Water looking at him through The telescopic mountain view The stars were still laughing
He lept into the northern sky Filled his lungs with peace and Never even wondered why
Go with the yellow light Your mind is a dandelion The weight of your crooked spine Is returning to snow They know, you were mostly our machines Not electrical in dreams
He looks to the left He looks to the left He looks to the left He looks to the leftTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
