Drawing Room (The)
The Garden of Even
And with a trip to the windowAnd a breath to paint the peaceWhat of a late cold DecemberTo break about the rush of beesAnd all the while the figure's speakingWords are freaking out about whichThe Adam and he's adamant whichAlways under the sycamore bushHis father pleadsDon't ask this this way Words are freaking out about whichThe Adam and he's adamant whichAlways under the sycamore bushHis father pleadsDon't ask this this way Swore the theives with an inklingFall's better pageant for the breezeSuch a sweet do today to dreamOr that I could paint this picture-perfect sceneAnd all the while the figure's speaking
From Letras Mania