Musee Mecanique
The Things That I Know
She wraps her letters up with finger nails,And reads them only to herself,She hangs her walls with bits of cellophane,What a perfect day,And as she sleeps beneath her sheets,Made up like canopies against the wind,She holds her plastic boxes through the night,Never see the light,These are the things that I know,She creeps outside to watch the trains go by,And rides her bike out in the rain,I saw her once and thought that she might smile,So I'll wait a while,These are the things that I know,The winter came and passed away,She tried to speak but nothing came out right,And then she sent her letters far away,They arrived today,These are the things that I know,These are the things that I know,These are the things that I know,But these things are mine to hide,In a place that I'll,Never find...
From Letras Mania