Our story beings on a Sunday afternoon Just between Halfway Tree and Spanish Town Where a young boy, not yet the cock of the walk That he would soon become
La bandera de Alemania Tiene tres ampollas mansas Llenas de florigramas En sus pies y se llaman Staebroshka ahah Mira como va a ensenar Mira como van
I remember a faraway laugh, a sweet caress You'd help me zip up my dress I remember your arms around my neck 21 shells wrapped in my nest Endlessness
Hi Mrs. Cane Thanks for the phone call Isn't it, isn't it strange? Oh, things do change Oh, they don't change at all Isn't it, isn't it strange? Oh,
Well, these days I'm spread so thin I'm getting carried up by the wind Every time you get high You might see me floating by Well, so long old bean It
One, two, three, four I'd like to sing to you if you'd like me to I'd like to sing to you if you'd like me to I'd like to sing, sing, sing, sing, sing
I've been a bad girl I ain't playin' fair I want you to be free But I don't wanna share No, I don't wanna let you go But it's about time I do Well, I
And all my fingers ran off And I, I just couldn't follow them Your eyelash was an island And your eyes were someone's friend How could that have been
It ain't about a heart you find It's about the one you sight It's about the love you hide It's waitin' to be let outside And it ain't about losing your
I'm high and I'm happy and I'm free I got my whole heart laid out right in front of me And I finally can see the way it's always been The need for peace
Tanto, tanto, tanto claro E tanto gris Que e raro, raro, raro, raro Que seja tanto assim Sonambulo esquilo Te faco gargalhar, ah Sera que assim eu vou
Now that I know the way it goes You gotta pay back every penny that you owe Twelve years old, in your mama's clothes Shut the blinds and lock up every
I walk with my head down I mumble all my words I keep my feelings to myself only I never stand my ground I just stand around If you love me then why
And each strand of her hair Is really insect eyes And each hole in her tongue Is always occupied by the milk of the sun And each head on her head Is
Pensando cada dia, cada hora Pensando en ti Caminando, mi cesta llena de moras Son para ti Temprano por la tarde y por la noche Sueño de ti Lalalala
Well, I feel just like a child. Yeah, I feel just like a child. Well, I feel just like a child. Well, I feel just like a child. From my womb to my tomb
Little yellow spider laughing at the snow Well, maybe that spider knows something that I don't know 'Cuz I'm goddamn cold Little white monkey staring
I'm gonna die of loneliness I know I'm gonna die of loneliness for sure I'm gonna die of loneliness I know I'm gonna die of loneliness for sure My dearest