22 acessos
I know a colourful room
Where we can fly
And take a spin to the moon
On Aunt Angelica's pie
I am a fly,
pie in the sky
Across a harvest of stars
And constellations
We'll drink a starjuice on Mars
Miss our connection and cry
Coz I don't know why
I am a fly
The major is dead
It went to his head
We gonna fly