Little wooden soldier boy,. How he's bored to be a toy.. Sitting on the mantelpiece,. Was not his idea of peace.. So one night at half past one,. He ordered all the toys to come..
Meeting people on my way. Seemingly I've known one day. Familiarity of things. That my dreaming always brings. . Happenings ten years time ago. Situations we really know.
Well I've been running and a-hiding,. Trying to lose my mind.. Well I've been running and a-hiding,. Trying to lose my mind.. . Ever since you told me,.