James & 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