9 acessos
Gotta get back
Gotta figure out a way
I'm losing - my senses to you
Where'd it go,
The bluebird I should follow
Back home? But where is home?
Guess it won't amount to much
Won't be long before I crush
I'll stand in line
Don't believe a thing they say, today
Seems we all get lost amongst the pigeons and the crumbs
All alone
But I'm in a crowded room
I'm sinking, in quicksand tonight
You pick me up, and I shine across the sky till morning.
Then you colour me in
Guess it won't amount to much
Seems to me I've lost my touch
I'm back in line
Don't believe a thing they say, today
Turn around and walk away
Everything will go your way, I pray
Seems we all get lost amongst the pigeons and the crumbs.
(Repeat until fade.)