Here I am sitting on my broken chair And mind's repeating sounds in the air A little child that smokes too much.
Here I am joking and fooling around And slowly choking and then falling down Laugh, pretty baby that's OK You wanted so to make me gay. The sun is shining the weather is fine The ass is growing and my girl is still mine I feel better than yesterday A little child that's in my brain
My mirror says "You do shine on you're the one, It's such a shame but you shine on you're the one... Shine on you're the one, shine on you're the one..."
My planet is turning I feel alive Your ocean is burning I want to dive... The sun is shining the weather is fine The shine is sunning the feather is wine...