15 acessos
My mind was young and then it grew
My thoughts known only by a few
A dream much too real to be leaned against too long
And all the time I guess she knew
Brass buttons, green silks and silver shoes
Warm evenings, pale mornings, bottled blues
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
My mind was young and then it grew
My thoughts known only by a few
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh