sarah sitting in her house

painting each nail like it's a watercolor

all day i sit here waiting

for my fastidious flower

look here at her table

her life is filled with perfect pictures

reds and blues

in the upstairs room

but i'm far too shy to try them too

tossed and turned all night long

and in the morning my mind's as good as gone

she is filling up my head with song

but she won't tell the words

so i can't sing along





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sarah sitting song meanings
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