Label Letra

she responds with alchemy
poems, paints and purity
you'd always finds her face beneath the sun

they were singing

they ran amuck, European streets
the songs of future children sing
he hesitates, thinks, loses faith
“god there's not that much of me
so many things I need to see”
she watches as he slowly crashes down

but kept on singing

“I label you the life of me, I guess this sums it up....
I hope you do not mind when I am not there
Someone will come to rescue you and all will be okay
Until you break them down to throw away”

She stopped singing

She's wrinkled, grey and worn to bits
Her ratty chair which upon she sits
The passing of the days don't bother her
She takes her time, she talks out loud
She doesn't care bout sun nor cloud
Slowly takes a sip and settles in

If only he had married her, gone to spain to be with her
Instead he slipped and threw away the key
He sits alone by his lonesome self
To watch her photograph
“I wonder if she's wondering of me if I'm still singing”