A little room on 7th street is getting cold. And secrets sing like mescaline, they don't get old. I saw a pattern on a blanket just the other day. It looked just like the pillow you threw away You
Daydream. I fell asleep amid the flowers. For a couple of hours. On a beautiful day. Daydream. I dream of you amid the flowers. For a couple of hours. Such a beautiful day. I dream a dirty dream of yo