And with her town as well
Walking round the rainy city
What a pity there's things
She paints pictures on the wall
I awake to see the feelings
And she eats all of the garden,
And we won't return by dawn
and with her town as well
Walking round the rainy city,
there's things to do at home
and with her town as well
Walking round the rainy city,
there's things to do at home
That we sit when the music stops
She has an aversion to conviction
She's more confused than ever
What pay her fines and wonders
when the cops will get her
She calls her dog the bear
And walks me with him to the corner
And with her town as well
Walking round the rainy city
What a pity, there's things to do at home
And with her town as well
there's things to do at home
She paints pictures on the wall
Feeling Closet of the dead
Walks me with him to the corner
She paints pictures on the wall
who walks me with him to the corner