spoonful of sugar
Spoonful of sugar in
When the leaves are dying and look so pretty
At home the ships are on the rocks and sinking
And as hard as we try we just can’t stop thinking
Dirt in my fist, roots on my sleeves
This year the trees fell before the leaves
People like me like people like you
Cause people like you are far too few
Oh, the night, daylight’s got nothing on you
Nothing’s everlasting when you’re always just passing through
Earful of music just when I need it
Your soul won’t sing unless you bleed it
Looking for answers through the night hour window
Million miles an hour through the wind and snow
When the leaves are dying and look so pretty
Nothing can cure the homesick disease
This fall the trees fell before the leaves
Nothing can cure this homesick disease
This fall the trees fell before the leaves
This fall the trees fell before the leaves
This fall the trees fell before the leaves
i've said it before and i'll say it again: buy the album
1 Comments:
I totally agree with you... the song is amazing... and so is Matt mays =]
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