A girl is painting like in the days of old Not how she sees it but rather how she?s told She paints her legs, her arms and toes Then she goes She?s
I awoke inside a dream Your face in front of me I see the sky in different blues And they all look good on you We?ll name the clouds like they?re our
Blowing kisses in the sand I spun a globe between our hands And we, we picked Paris Adore the ardor in the air No other city can compare So why does
I don?t like my kaleidoscope It seems to be broke Like some faux telescope A slip of hand I?m staring at new land And I don?t understand How the pieces
