My OperaCould be blue, Could be grey
Thursday, August 13, 2009 7:24:59 PM
"They were sitting
They were sitting on the strawberry swing
Every moment was so precious
They were sitting
They were talking under strawberry swing
Everybody was for fighting
Wouldn't wanna waste a thing
Cold, cold water bring me round
Now my feet won't touch the ground
Cold, cold water what ya say?
When it's such…
It's such a perfect day
It's such a perfect day
I remember
We were walking up to strawberry swing
I can't wait until the morning
Wouldn't wanna change a thing
People moving all the time
Inside a perfectly straight line
Don't you wanna curve away?
When it's such…
It's such a perfect day
It's such a perfect day
Now the sky could be blue
I don't mind
Without you it's a waste of time
Could be blue
I don’t mind
Without you it’s a waste of time
Could be blue,
Could be grey
Without you I’m just miles away
Could be blue
I don’t mind
Without you it’s a waste of time"
tibipop # Thursday, August 13, 2009 7:17:05 PM
kripo # Thursday, August 13, 2009 7:22:03 PM
Capitán MorganMorgancin # Friday, August 21, 2009 8:55:30 AM
kripo # Friday, August 21, 2009 6:41:30 PM
It's such a perfect day