All I do is sleep all day and think of you. A memory of the cushion's life I'm clinging to. The image of a mutual one, our haven. The sombre chords of our song, the fading.
Summerchild that sits by the water. Weaving sunlight threads in his hands. The golden river that day a shelter. A stream where he could make pebbles dance.
Little kids playin' in the park downtown. Someone's dad is watching from the side of the ground. I'm followin' my shadow so I cross the street. Car passin' stereo, I like the beat.
Your eyes are cold. I know you'll tell me all. Not to fall. I lean against the wall. . I'm on the floor. Not listening anymore. I should have known. The things to which you're prone.
Your eyes are cold. I know you'll tell me all. Not to fall. I lean against the wall. . I'm on the floor. Not listening anymore. I should have known. The things to which you're prone.