here I am
drinking tea on the moon
counting backwards
and dreaming of you
why am I so afraid
to drop you a line
to call
even if it were right
it would be all wrong
all we have
is all we have
lip-locked amazement
some kind of strange love
existing in some other world
we can’t touch
here I stay
drinking tea on the moon
counting backwards
and dreaming of you
The white moon hangs full o’er distant traces My wannabe dreams cast by elation And so we were in two different places Most of the
Con un ritmo muy garage rock, que por momentos, se vuelve un poco punk, Grow Crazy, está listo para darte el empujón que necesitás tener en éste
So I wave hello from the other side On the golden road nightmares often make Turn around with sim’lar color surprise Is this me thanking
