A man sitting on a hill, gazing up at the stars, questioning if
I’m in love with sad numbers that make rain drip down my round pumpkin.
I hear a girl whisper, when I’m lying in my bed. She talks about
In time, we get it wrong. And, we can never go back. It’s too far of a climb. We would never make it, even if we tried.
Do you know what it’s like to be a sock on the floor? A pair of pants
A stream that runs into a blanket, falls into a cloudy dream. A picture that
Mr. Peanut, wake up from your day dream. Reality is waiting
I don’t like the waves, that crash down over me.
A shoe has dropped into the field, and left a kite wide open. A letter has been
If you can hear me, I want to tell you that me and the Hippies have a similar
Lucy, listen to me. You don’t know where you’re headed, or where I’m coming to you
I’m a piece of wind, and so I cuddle with
I don’t have a life, so I might as well get high. Cats never love
It is a tree that melts, and gushes down a hill. It is a
If you leave, don’t come back to me. Don’t come back to me,