Slowly making it to another day
Birds asleep but will be awake
A paper in a mailbox
I know it's Saturday
Weirdos riding horses in our neighborhood
Children on the streets catching butterflies and fame
It's autumn
We're close to snow and winter
And I'm sure we never wanted to know anything about it
The more you know
The more you hurt
Why talk about it
Why not to let these treacherous fears
Stay behind
But ain't it fun now
To talk about it
Especially when the crescent moon is high
And ain't it fun now
To talk about it
After a long long long walk
Oh my heart is almost a letter bomb
But I'm stronger than you will ever know
I'm always the girl you've met before
What if I'm only dreamin'
I'm only dreamin'
I'm only dreamin'
I'm only dreamin'
I'm only dreamin'
I'm only dreamin'
I'm only dreamin'
I'm only dreamin'
I'm only dreamin'
Flowers from yesterday
Flowers from yesterday
Flowers from yesterday
Flowers from yesterday
Flowers from yesterday
Flowers from yesterday
Flowers from yesterday
Flowers from yesterday
Flowers from yesterday
Flowers from yesterday
Flowers from yesterday
Flowers and flowers
Flowers and flowers
Flowers and flowers
Flowers and flowers
Flowers and flowers
Flowers and flowers
Sitting in a chair swinging my own way
I woke up and felt pretty lame
The dinner's on the table but no flowers today
Meadows and their beauty
They are far away
The town is being swallowed by sins and all the rage
Just one night
We're close to snow and winter
We're close to snow and winter
We're close to snow and winter