Prize Fighter Inferno, The - Easter lyrics

rate me

I dont want to run around, run outside your kitchen, In

the front yard, outside where the children play, sandbox

drifting in the land outside your missing, Sail until Sunday

just till the evening grey, Its Easter, the sun & Cecilia, I

dont want to lie against duck-tape cracked or crooked, In the

out door, left outside in the rain, Bus ride longing for the

face that Ive been missing. Seventeen looking for a day I

long again.