This is a song about This is a song about a coffee A cold brew And Elda Suryani White The shades of grey Above my body Even the brightest yellow I went to the attic The one I've always dreamt of And quietly applause the rain For the dramatic scene I breathe as if I smoke joint This is a song about This is a song about And this is a song about Come on, Elda A vase of baby blue caught my heart without a clue I hear what siren in every ten minutes, is that normal? And the birds Oh, the birds Oh, the birds They are giants and beautiful And you can't escape the hours it's everywhere With some strange notes of a musical box Your skin is dry, your lip is cracking I need to pause To pause To pause This is a song about You know this is a song about This is a song about Once again, Elda Oh, maybe a tea or coffee, or chocolate Or just something hot and sweet Now wait The buildings With the window waffle and eyes of cookies And the topping of judges hair on the supreme court So interesting This is a song about This is a song about Do you know this is a song about Do you? This is about a guitar So I let myself bare feet With the coldest wood floor So I let myself bare feet With the coldest wood floor So I let myself bare feet With the coldest wood floor So I let, I let myself bare feet With the coldest wood floor With the coldest With the coldest With the coldest With the coldest With the coldest With the coldest So interesting