Из альбома: Unmade Beds
Sad is the moment when you are not there
sad is the ocean moving without a care
sad is the morning when the bed is empty there
Oh I can't beleve it
this is happening to me
I don't recognize familiar faces
I drean strange shaped dreams
but it's a privilege
being in the state I am in
sad is my walking in the park in the crowd
sad is the day 'cause you had to go
Oh I can't beleve it
this is happening to me
I don't recognize familiar faces
I drean strange shaped dreams
but it's a privilege
being in the state I am in
state I am in
state I am in