Sleeping In
Souls, although where we meet. This
Hose a lazy Morphine.
But I, I’m stretching to see over
Your shoulders and past your priest
And paper cups and paper shoes
Give backs to me, but I see right
through
And I know why you overslept
So gray, gray, slow rain.
I’m happier than you.
And I’m too high to follow through
Home, like the bedpan he needs.
And the hose, that’s not supposed to be
But I, I’m stretching to see over your
Flowers and Time magazines
Now I believe in what you do
The pain will cease
Well I know why you overslept
To be home, to be
Hose a lazy Morphine.
But I, I’m stretching to see over
Your shoulders and past your priest
And paper cups and paper shoes
Give backs to me, but I see right
through
And I know why you overslept
So gray, gray, slow rain.
I’m happier than you.
And I’m too high to follow through
Home, like the bedpan he needs.
And the hose, that’s not supposed to be
But I, I’m stretching to see over your
Flowers and Time magazines
Now I believe in what you do
The pain will cease
Well I know why you overslept
To be home, to be
Losowe piosenki:
Zevksiz
Fut
Matame
So Richtig Nett Ists Nur Im Bett
Through Our Love
Comes As No Surprise
The Unnatural Conception in Two Parts
TIES THAT BIND
Adios Amor Adios
A Still Small Voice