Papercuts (The)
Tulips
I was talking to a little tuliptrying to find out anythingI'm not looking for an answerI was drawn to itBaby, what could come between uswith our pockets full of gold?Baby, why'd you find anotherone to call your own?one to call your own?one to call your own?Every hour or so, then the sun getstired of picking up the messAnd the hail that thundered on usWe just do what it saysAin't no money in my pocketsAin't no sunshine in the skyThere is nothing left to do hereWhere you stand to my time (?)You are one of many of usYou don't need a reason whyThere are plenty others aside
From Letras Mania