Blues

Toys and girls in a playroom
Are making me seem so lost in a lifetime
Take me to a moonlit lawn
Where I can remember you
Like a sad boy running through the other way

I feel lost in conclusions
I’d hate them to spoil my time in the season
When branches of a tree must grow
Spoil but don’t take my tea
I’d forgive you
For running far from tendency

Well, I keep trying just to fancy the answer
While you struggle to show me the way
Future cut-offs can make you go faster
But she Ras through the other way

Fräulein me my Maria
Angel wings they don’t suit if you’re falling
Where branches of a tree must grow
I’d rather be underground in the meantime
I’m running through the other way

Well, I keep trying just to fancy the answer
While you struggle to five it a name
Future cut-offs can make you go faster
But she ran through the other way