i dont mind working
i'd rather be in hills of sand
but then i would get thirsty
to fill a need, i'll leave (need?) my friends
for i'll always be the kind of man
who'll try and love those kinds of hands
and hope to not stick to my plans
and never bleed for names of brands
and if I try to love simple things
and if you try and love the simple things
i get it wrong sometimes
i get it wrong sometimes
dead on the threshold
below to the garden
in front of the rest of the city
that ends at the banks of the river
and stretches back to me
and holds a square patch of back yard
where i'm looking at
bunches of children (some things??) at their parents
take colourful strings that cross branches of lemon
(i'm too tired to try and work out the rest....
would prefer to laugh at geo's face in that scene...classic.)
i hear:
i dont mind working i'd rather be in hills of sand but then i would get thirsty to fill a need, i'll leave (need?) my friends for i'll always be the kind of man who'll try and love those kinds of hands and hope to not stick to my plans and never bleed for names of brands
and if I try to love simple things and if you try and love the simple things i get it wrong sometimes i get it wrong sometimes
dead on the threshold below to the garden in front of the rest of the city that ends at the banks of the river and stretches back to me and holds a square patch of back yard where i'm looking at
bunches of children (some things??) at their parents take colourful strings that cross branches of lemon
(i'm too tired to try and work out the rest.... would prefer to laugh at geo's face in that scene...classic.)