Everything is beautiful to me lately
Things are quite unreal to me now
Sitting on a cloud up in my tree, lately
But I guess you'll never know
There's all these dreams we share,
Once upon a time I was a girl, maybe
Brought into this world (Hey!), Roscoe
Strip away the colors from the scene,
I wanna think someday you'll know
There's all these dreams we share,
A locked up- self in a sallow bed
On a journey with no exploring
There's an empty cloud up in my tree,
And I hope someday you'll know
There's all these dreams we share
Roscoe, I do wanna belive in you
A locked up- self in a sallow bed
On a journey with no ex ploring
In your house, locked up in your house
Roscoe, I do wanna belive in you
A locked up- self in a sallow bed
On a journey with no ex ploring
In your house, locked up in your house