Oh, when the day is blue I'll sit here wondering about you And how the pollen fell All around your face in strange yellow patterns But I wasn't prepared
Follow me down to the laughing city With people changing all their minds, it's crazy I want this ma'am, that ma'am, no sir, yes ma'am, that sir Well,
With light bulbs in our pockets We light the darkened forest On the mossy turf we'll dance till Our feet shatter, our toes will splinter Tripping through
Oh, you humor me today Calling me out to play With your telescope eyes, metal teeth I can't be seen with you, you see Please don't make me cry Please
When I was a young girl Trying to find her way above the tree tops The tree tops, the tree tops When I was a young girl Trying to find her way above the
Follow me down to the laughing city with people changing all their minds; it's crazy. I want this ma'am, that ma'am, no sir. Yes ma'am, that sir; Well
Vertaling: Eisley. Lachen City.
Vertaling: Eisley. Telescope Eyes (Laughing City).
: Oh, when the day is blue I'll sit here wondering about you And how the pollen fell All around your face in strange yellow patterns But, i wasn't prepared
: When I was a young girl trying to find my way above the treetops, the treetops, the treetops... When I was a young girl trying to find my way above
: Ohh, You humor me today, Calling me out to play, With your telescope eyes, metal teeth, I can't be seen with you, you see Please don't make me cry
: Follow me down to the laughing city with people changing all their minds; it's crazy. I want this ma'am, that ma'am, no sir. Yes ma'am, that sir;
: With light bulbs in our pockets we light the darkened forest. On the mossy turf we'll dance till our feet shatter, our toes will splinter. Tripping
When I was a young girl trying to find my way above the treetops, the treetops, the treetops... When I was a young girl trying to find my way above
Oh, when the day is blue I'll sit here wondering about you And how the pollen fell All around your face in strange yellow patterns But, i wasn't prepared
With light bulbs in our pockets we light the darkened forest. On the mossy turf we'll dance till our feet shatter, our toes will splinter. Tripping
