Texty:
Bella A Sebastian

make it so hard? It's a lesson for the real world Seems so far away, the real world Up to the bigger school Trying not to be a fool Here I am new shoes

easily But if the summer's wasted How come that I could feel so free I spent the summer wasting The sky was blue beyond compare A photograph of myself

afternoon, the night, the night) Towns' and cities' populations up and grow The workers move to the suburbs In between I watch and go I run alongside rush hour traffic, a

Judy, with her bow and arrow, she's a mastermind Too frumpy for the teenage population of her time Car coat, she has a quilted jacket with a hood if

from my mind I'm just waiting for a dear, dear friend of mine Waiting for my man Here he comes, he's all dressed in black Beat up shoes and a big straw

she's being direct Take a look behind her eyes and you will see That she knows nothing of silence, silence can only come from me Allow me then a little

There's a portrait in a back room Which I keep for days upon, which I relent And gaze for hours on the muscle skin and bone Of some imaginary friend

Lisa's kissing men like a long walk home When the music stops Take a tip from me, don't go through the park When you're on your own, it's a long walk

down And the man I know is sleeping (No, he's gone) Until those northern spirits send All the magic of a kind word (Off, afar) You will always be a