She sang a short tune,
da... da daa da daa daaa...
And I came from her soft touch
And slept.
I hope...the weather holds.
But you don't need the sun to make you shine.
I know we won't want for much.
Just you, me, a bed, and a shoreline.
Such a california song. Bunch of Goddamn Washington Wannabes.
da... da daa da daa daaa...
And I came from her soft touch
And slept.
I hope...the weather holds.
But you don't need the sun to make you shine.
I know we won't want for much.
Just you, me, a bed, and a shoreline.
Such a california song. Bunch of Goddamn Washington Wannabes.
<3
No comments:
Post a Comment