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Every space has many many faces
Every place I been to has it's traces
Like instructions, how to ride the pavement...more » Every space has many many faces
Every place I been to has it's traces
Like instructions, how to ride the pavement
How to shake hands with the likes of a spaceman
I'm running wild with a pack of wild antelopes
I'm soaked to the skin with the juice from these cantaloupes
I'm superstitious, I always count the dishes
The forks are in the oven, the tea cups have militias
I'd like to find a safe place but I used up all my wishes
I'm stuck on sugar mountain, but at least it is delicious
A man needs solitude
and a healthy dose of solid food
but nothing in my cupboards
could ever be completely chewed
Strap myself with old clothes
Everywhere that she goes
Covered up in prim rose
Hanging out the windows
Open up your square tows
Feel it as the clock slows
All the things the wind blows
Hanging out the windows
I'm the center of the chaos that surrounds me
Black and white waves crashing down
In a milky sea
I had a dream, I was sitting beneath a pine tree
Hands clasped innocent around a warm mug of tea
I'm always faithful to the memories of summer breeze
The joy of making paper planes and then to simply
Set them free
And mashed potatoes stocked with cheese
And tiny birds that fly with ease
And no one ever steals your keys
And everything was made to please
And all the clouds are cottage cheese
And all the merchandise has guarantees
Every place I been to has it's traces
Like instructions, how to ride the pavement...more » Every space has many many faces
Every place I been to has it's traces
Like instructions, how to ride the pavement
How to shake hands with the likes of a spaceman
I'm running wild with a pack of wild antelopes
I'm soaked to the skin with the juice from these cantaloupes
I'm superstitious, I always count the dishes
The forks are in the oven, the tea cups have militias
I'd like to find a safe place but I used up all my wishes
I'm stuck on sugar mountain, but at least it is delicious
A man needs solitude
and a healthy dose of solid food
but nothing in my cupboards
could ever be completely chewed
Strap myself with old clothes
Everywhere that she goes
Covered up in prim rose
Hanging out the windows
Open up your square tows
Feel it as the clock slows
All the things the wind blows
Hanging out the windows
I'm the center of the chaos that surrounds me
Black and white waves crashing down
In a milky sea
I had a dream, I was sitting beneath a pine tree
Hands clasped innocent around a warm mug of tea
I'm always faithful to the memories of summer breeze
The joy of making paper planes and then to simply
Set them free
And mashed potatoes stocked with cheese
And tiny birds that fly with ease
And no one ever steals your keys
And everything was made to please
And all the clouds are cottage cheese
And all the merchandise has guarantees
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