Birds on the pillow And paper lanterns hangin' from the ceiling Sticky stars aglow Mappin' out some constellation I'm tired of standing in the light outside her window Fro her I would row to the ends of my imagination. Pleasure to behold A silhouette so real yet oh so static Measured and controlled Lets down her hair, takes off her army jacket I'm tryin to figure out what's right - do I stay or go? For all she doesn't know...
Vyšlo na albech
