Текст песни Green Day - Green Day
Green Day - Green Day слова песни
Текст песни Green Day - Green Day
A small cloud has fallenThe white mist hits the groundMy lungs comfort me with joyVegging on one detailThe rest just crowds aroundMy eyes itch of burning redPicture sounds( )Of moving insects so surrealLay aroundLooks like I found something newLaying in my bedI think I'm in left fieldI picture someone, I think it's youYou're standing so darn closeMy body begins to swellWhy does 1 + 1 make 2Picture soundsOf moving insects so surrealLay aroundLooks like I found something newLaying in my bedI think I'm in left fieldI picture someone, I think it's youYou're standing so darn closeMy body begins to swellWhy does 1 + 1 make 2Picture soundsOf moving insects so surrealLay around