Paper flowers tacked to the walls And cotton sheets back two by two Softness where the dreamer storms Leaves are crushing up on you Different hearts play on these strings Strangers waking, talking strange Bad nights on the pillow again Among the pretty flowers change I take forgetfullness I'll share some out
Trust these cards and watch me talk A million people call out in gold Success and failure feed my heart And everything is fine between Sundail marks the island time And all the dust it makes you swoon Come to as you find your mind Your memories, details, (you learn these details ? ) much too soon
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