I got a long-legged girl. We go all around the world. No one knows the shape we're in. In a first floor yellow room. In the middle of the afternoon. We breathe out and we breathe in.
these days in time will always be. close to us for eternity. times are good, but time is short. we'll never forget the important part. we're free to be what we want to be.
The cold October air is blowing in my hair. And I'm losing everything I never thought I would. Where is that old playground? Where is that old sundown.
The more I talk the less I say. When the words get in the way. Loneliness is so hard. Loneliness is so hard. . Ordinary, I confess. Living under house arrest.