James And The Rainbros
Little Blue Bedroom
Dust cloud climbs a sunray, The morning breaks through my window pane, There's not a thing that i can't do, In my little blue bedroom, Dreaming like a free floating balloon
The sunshine sings like laughter, The wind blows through my jacket, There's alot of places i can't go, Just by stepping on my gasoline pedal, Driving like an injured wing sparrow
From Letras Mania