He teases the sleepy devil in his pocket
Puts his finger in a buttonhole
But ho ho ho hold on Mr. – here – I – have – control – on
Oh come on come come on
Again you’re so on your own
23 falling leaves but 24th fall of a tree
But come on I mean come come on
I know he has a sun in his mouth licks a crystal tear
When he starts to doubt when he starts to haunt
There’s nothing he can’t talk about
Come on come come on take on my hand
You know how we used to hide his words in the sand
He sleeps on his left side he sleeps just not to slide
He never learnt to fight but he’s damn good when he runs
Wait till he blows up the sun with his water gun
Come on come on you are on your own come on
Boys who land hard and boys who call a God
We can run we can run
Boys who’re afraid to dive boys who know how to smile
We still can run we can run and run and run
Kill the sun kill with your gun and run
Kill the bleeding tree kill the lazy tear
He teases the sleepy devil in his pocket
Puts his finger in a buttonhole
Oh come on come come on
But come on I mean come come on
All rights belong to its author. It was published on e-Stories.org by demand of Drazen Boskic.
Published on e-Stories.org on 29.06.2006.
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