Graham Coxon
Big Bird
Big bird, big sad No word, big bad Colours fill the floor Leaving me no more Small lines, small head No mind, long dead Thoughts are hard to form Pencilled on the door Easelessly, ceaselessly Big bird, big sad No word, big bad Colours fill the floor Leaving me no more Small lines, small head No mind, long dead Thoughts are hard to form Pencilled on the door
From Letras Mania