74 willows wept the day
i plotted my escape
the road looking
So you're a poet
But you've never got a line
Some failed
Stop!
Wait, wait a minute Mr. Postman
Wait Mr. Postman
Mr. Postman look
I'm not sleeping
I'm not awake
I'm not breathing here
'cause the air
Thought I saw a man brought to life
Yeah, he was
Her spine is tingling, her mind lingering
Way back a year
Oh it's never mine
Where is that ready sign
I'm waiting to
Long trip squint to the light
The snow is too white
I'm
You look so uneasy in that easy chairWas it something
Your money's dripping like honey stickingJust as foreign to meBeen
What to sayThere is nothing I can doI cannot manipulate