The sour smell of old coffee
Creeps beneath my coffin
Lifting me up from the dead
Or from my dreamy bed.
Late at night you get inside
If I had you sooner by my side
I would have start to dream
And travel along my sunbeam.
Creeps beneath my coffin
Lifting me up from the dead
Or from my dreamy bed.
Late at night you get inside
If I had you sooner by my side
I would have start to dream
And travel along my sunbeam.
No comments:
Post a Comment