Lacrymosa
Weltschmerz
He's not a parrot and he thinks he's a pieBut he's just a perfume wearing dotted yellow lineAnd I respect thatAnd, "there are some mornings when the sky looks like a road," she saysAnd how I wish I'd walked along that road to your houseAnd I regret that'Cause tucked through doors in waterThrough windows in the skyThere's a boy who wants me to say something prettyAnd I can't to save my lifeA balloon stuck in a treeIs a sad song let go of the stringUp, up, and awayBursting in your face, your faceNo bread, bread box, dead brain, brain poxYou didn't drink your brain away, you locked it in a boxAnd I want to find itAnd I can do it on my ownMen aren't compasses, I knowAnd I hate itLetras de canciones'Cause for him two lonely people only double something sadBut I really think two lonely people cut lonely in halfAnd a solid yellow line is just two dotted yellow linesAnd a boy as good as you is something I can't defineAnd that's why I can't say what I need to sayBut I hope this has been pretty anyway
From Letras Mania