4 acessos
Thanks for all the thoughts
Came rolling in on feathered drums
I've been in jail before
Been let out too
Oh I am sure of where I am
Clouds came floating by
Have to hide something away
It's what I've done
Print you this, what comes I feel
Oh universe, oh beyond everything to never end
Oh back, oh wheel and tumble
Morning sights and streets of wheat
Oh fanciful and teeming waves
Oh universe and all the days