you are little, same as me,
on a tiny motorcycle,
all around the leaves are blowing,
daylight starts to fade —
you are laughing, running, smiling;
now the dream’s receding, fleeing,
but with all that’s in my being,
i wish i
could stay
Other People's Feelings
you are little, same as me,
on a tiny motorcycle,
all around the leaves are blowing,
daylight starts to fade —
you are laughing, running, smiling;
now the dream’s receding, fleeing,
but with all that’s in my being,
i wish i
could stay