Got a piece of yesterday in my little brown box And I see through key which I keep under lock And whenever time flies Or the weatherman lies
I just climb into my little brown box Got a picture of you in my little brown box And a lock of your hair and the time on the clock
If you're not to be found And if I need you around I just climb into my little brown box In my little brown box
In my little brown box In a corner of light at the end of my room Through a funnel I glide To a quizzical side of the puzzlin' moon
Got a beautiful world in my little brown box With a fountain of dreams on a river of locks If the noise of the crowd Gets a little too loud I just climb into my little brown boxTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
