These little black clouds keep walking around,
With me, with me.
It wastes time, and I'd rather be high,
Think I'll walk me outside, and buy a rainbow smile,
But be free, they're all free.
So maybe tomorrow,
I'll find my way home.
So maybe tomorrow,
I'll find my way home...
I look around at a beautiful life,
Been the upperside of down, been the inside of out,
But we breathe, we breathe.
I wanna breeze and an open mind,
I wanna swim in the ocean,
Wanna take my time for me, all me.
So maybe tomorrow,
I'll find my way home.
So maybe tomorrow,
I'll find my way home...
- Stereophonics
No comments:
Post a Comment