15 acessos
This place a fucking mess
But I know where everything is
And I had tasted order and sense
But I never knew what they meant
And these are polished excuses
The problem with that is
The truth is I need to clean up inside
So I can have a somewhere do hide
And if each room is the shade of my life
The living room is as blue as the night
I wish there was nothing more
Beyond my living room door
Cos I have comfort and I am free
And I have Lennon and the Lady
To watch over me
And these are polished excuses
The problem with that is
The truth is I need to clean up inside
So I can have a somewhere do hide
And if each room is the shade of my life
The living room is as blue as the night