Early in the morning, when I get out of bed. She says, "Get up, honey, your eyes are really red. It's those late nights that you're keeping with your pals.".
She doesn't see the yellow light falling on Formica table tops. Doesn't recognize the empty chairs in her life. Of all these sad cafes, think she's seen quite a lot.
It's a sadness, it's a crime. Why I wasted so much time. All I've got left is sea of blue. . Holding on I can't let go. If I do the tears will flow. All I could see is a sea of blue.
It was a grey dawn, penciled in lightly. The morning screamed, neath the traffic's feet. The razor burned commuters reflections. It didn't seem a visual treat..
Early in the morning when I get out of bed. She says get up honey your eyes are really red. It's those late nights that you're keeping with your pals.
You've got a loaded imagination. Uncovering investigations. And I like that. You were born on another planet. In words of the man I think you have it,.