Текст песни letters to cleo - Here And Now
letters to cleo - Here And Now слова песни
Just living on a sunday morning,Got my toast and tea and I`m warm and IJust thought I`d think about all the things to get and keep getting,Never enough not enough and never ending.I just thought I`d think about.And it might be...The comfort of a knowledge of a rise above the sky abovecould never parallel the challenge of an acquisition in the here and now.Parody of yourself in color,Giving it to everybody but your mother.You`ve got much to think about, soaring higher with every treason.Never justify, never reason.You`ve got much to think about.And it just might be...[The fast part again.]