Perfect song. Always makes me teary. Well shes kind of like an artist Sittin on the floor Never finishes, she abandons Never shows a soul And shes kind of like a movie Everyone rushes to see And no one understands it Sittin in their seats She opens her mouth to speak and What comes outs a mystery Thought about, not understood Shes achin to be Well she dances alone in nightclubs Every other day of the week People look right through her Baby doll, check your cheek And shes kind of like a poet Who finds it hard to speak Poems come so slowly Like the colors down a sheet She opens her mouth to speak and What comes outs a mystery Thought about, not understood Shes achin to be Ive been achin for a while now, friend Ive been achin hard for years Well shes kind of like an artist Who uses paints no more You never show me what youre doing Never show a soul Well, I saw one of your pictures There was nothin that I could see If no ones on your canvas Well, Im achin to be She closes her mouth to speak and Closes her eyes to see Thought about an only loved Shes achin to be Just like me https://youtube/watch?v=at4DL40FQ7Y
Posted on: Tue, 07 Oct 2014 10:38:20 +0000