Cheer up, honey, I hope you can There is something wrong with me My mind is filled with silvery stars Honey, kisses, clouds of fog Shoulders shrugging off
Cheer up, honey, I hope you can There is something wrong wit h me My mind is filled with radio cures Electronic surgical words
Picking apples for kings and queens of things I have never seen Oh, distance has no way of making love understandable
Cheer up, honey, I hope you can There is something wrong with me My mind is filled with silvery stars Honey, kisses, clouds of fog
Picking apples for the kings and queens of things I've never seen Oh, distance has no way of making love understandable Oh, distance has no way of making love understandable Oh, distance has no way of making love understandable Oh, distance has no way of making love understandable Oh, distance has no way of making love understandable