6-3-09

Oh the snow runs across
like the lions roared again,
and that overloaded sparking car, would run never twice.
And those men with the papers negociate the fish between,
while in steppe, and in maybe another place,
and they are still thinking:
"How did you take us for...?"

And you're smashing the keys
waiting for another good time,
and you not give up in the evening and your hands begin to shake,
What you gonna win? what you gonna play?
What you gonna dream today?

So I'm sitting here for now changing words and they are some,
and the bear snores happy, unworried like the phone;
but forget it, I won't get the answers soon.
So everybody becomes mad and you end unsuccessful
watching her for afar, carelessly with your teary eyes;
and what will you gonna love, and what we are gonna do...

And you're smashing the keys
waiting for another good time,
and you not give up in the evening and your hands begin to shake,
What you gonna win? What you gonna play?
What you gonna dream today?

And you're smashing the keys
waiting for another good time,
and you not give up in the evening and your hands begin to shake,
What they gonna think? What they gonna make?
Will they bless us tonight?