One Two Three Letra

shine your shoes, we'll click our heels

i wonder where we'll find ourselves

brick roads dont lead home



truth be told i've never found a place i havent been before

the grass was greener when it stained our clothes

i know

the grass was greener pressed against our clothing, no



this is your lullaby,

this is your poppy field so drink me to sleep

this is your lullaby

this is your last goodnight



the flash beat in your head

this is representational

the second hand will strike september

and we will fold

our game pieces thrown away

and that's all i'd left to say



this is your lullaby

this is your poppy field so drink me to sleep

this is your lullaby

this is your last goodnight



this means something