John Smith
So, so
So, so this is what it comes toand I'm sitting high upon the shoulder's of the worldbeneath the ground.I'm weaving, breathing all her little ways into oneto pass the time.That was the most fun I've had with my clothes onand you.On Sunday, Monday, I had a vision of a lambbarking at the moon.A scarecrow, a halo, you were seen walking at nightby my side.That was the most beautiful perfume you wore all winterit put me to sleep.So sit down,tell me you'd rather I goout and away little more can I say,Though if only it were my choiceI would stay.
From Letras Mania