The swinging board are secret tracks and I hear they take you To the window in the wall Working on the rooms in my mind You found pennies in the corner with the dirt in the dark They lit the table up in copper, with the sun, in the rolls A thousand memories in dough Working on the rooms in my mind Pardon me for smoking this old abandoned cigarette But I got miles trails to wander and not enough time to forget Bruise the night til its gone through the window in the wall Working on the rooms in my mind .......
Posted on: Tue, 19 Nov 2013 05:37:23 +0000
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