Sean Lennon Home текст песни, слова песни Home Sean Lennon
Sean Lennon - Home
the past is a parade of countless days
painting patterns in the sand
my motorcycle brain
remains to be explained
it's like a summer rain
pictures passing through a field
blowing into the horizon
watching the shadows on the wall
tell me can you see my thoughts?
watching the shadows on the wall
have you seen it all before?
i need a friendly hand
someone who'll understand me by the river bed
when there's nothing to be said anyways
it's all inside your head you know it.
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