Freakboy
06-05-2003, 06:59 PM
Sleepy days and yawning waves wake us up
A dog listening to the radio and wishing he was on
The sky breathing its gentle breath
And a blast of cold air creates a cloud
And if I am to die I want to breathe to death
And my spirit will set sail
from my mouth.
Rainy days and the machine gun raindrops wakes us up
Mother in the kitchen with her frying pan and oven gloves
The angels are crying their beautiful tears
To feed all the plants and the lakes everywhere
And a paintbrush is drawing near
To catch what I see on a canvas that’s bare
Lazy days so we fall asleep
And we wake to commercials in the den
Happiness bouncing all around
And we sing along to Tom and Ben
Singing songs by our favorite band
even sleeping sally managed to stand
And tired now right here we collapse
And fall asleep again in our pillow’s feather hands
A dog listening to the radio and wishing he was on
The sky breathing its gentle breath
And a blast of cold air creates a cloud
And if I am to die I want to breathe to death
And my spirit will set sail
from my mouth.
Rainy days and the machine gun raindrops wakes us up
Mother in the kitchen with her frying pan and oven gloves
The angels are crying their beautiful tears
To feed all the plants and the lakes everywhere
And a paintbrush is drawing near
To catch what I see on a canvas that’s bare
Lazy days so we fall asleep
And we wake to commercials in the den
Happiness bouncing all around
And we sing along to Tom and Ben
Singing songs by our favorite band
even sleeping sally managed to stand
And tired now right here we collapse
And fall asleep again in our pillow’s feather hands