no purchase so far Collapsing galaxies Feathered with falling stars I see us all as something But nothing like we truly are Why don't you come to me now More like
번역: 윌코. 더 달처럼.
: I'm not a poet And I know it There is no deep secret Tossing inside me I have no timing I can't form my feelings Sometimes I rhyme Sometimes
: I need a camera To my eye To my eye, reminding Which lies have I been hiding Which echoes belong I'm counting out The days in Central Park With gravel
Holding no purchase so far Collapsing galaxies Feathered with falling stars I see us all as something But nothing like we truly are Why don't you come to me now More like
in sound Taxicabs were driving me around To the handshake drugs I bought downtown The handshake drugs I bought downtown Livin' poorly, I felt like a clown I looked like
: There's a magazine called Sunset And a tape machine that won't let Me ever forget this impossible longing for you Let's take a map across your
you'll feel bad But I know you won't be sorry And as I turn to go Please don't wave goodbye I refuse to cry On roads that are paved With men who behave Like
There's a magazine called Sunset And a tape machine that won't let Me ever forget this impossible longing for you Let's take a map across your pillow
I need a camera To my eye To my eye, reminding Which lies have I been hiding Which echoes belong I'm counting out The days in Central Park With gravel
I'm not a poet And I know it There is no deep secret Tossing inside me I have no timing I can't form my feelings Sometimes I rhyme Sometimes I
