Lost my headache
When you drew the shape of the sky
On my shoulder blades
On my wrists, ankles and thighs
You push me down
Into a fabulous trap door
I can see an island
At the end of the funnel
Seek me out
And I'll cover my ears
At the end of the tunnel
Lost my memory
In the mist of San Francisco
Milky earth and ---
Push me down
Into a fabulous trap door
I can see an island
At the end of the funnel
And I'll cover my ears
At the end of the tunnel
Push me down
Into a fabulous trap door
I can see an island
At the end of the funnel
Seek me out
And I'll cover my ears
At the end of the tunnel

INVIA LE CORREZIONI