Текст песни Honeyrods - Pictures
Honeyrods - Pictures слова песни
(R.J. Johnson/The Honeyrods)Pictures on the wallstop and starelet the moment take you therein my mind I can seeSee an empty skyblue and whitedoesn`t matter if it`s nightI can see themPictures on the walland they`re not far from the fall of fallingit doesn`t matter if they`reheld to somethingPictures I love youand the colors of your hues are callingI searched in terms of thingsI`m not knowingIt`s your callI kept your pictures just becauseI love youIt`s your callit didn`t matter at allDrawing in the sandfalling objects from you handsI hope to be shown the side of thingsthat release youSuper magic carsrows of telepathic stars all seem toshoot like rockets fromthe walls inside youColor in the summerand it couldn`t be much hotterpainting on the sidewalkpictures made of waterColor in the summerand it couldn`t be much hotterwhy not hold what`s realso we can fill this pictures place