As I circle the picnic table Eyes watch me in my flowing dress The sky is an unnatural shade of green But it's really just the light through the trees Red and white inviting cookie store in New York City I took a chocolate photograph A thirteen month old smiling child Mother ends our conversation Calls me a lunatic Dancing in the middle of a crazy diamond I'm kicking dust into the stagnant air I am a shortstop between here and third But the traffic never slows Still I wave My sister tells a funny situation, she is happy in her thinking As the phone begins to ring, a big boom fills the room It is a man who wants my sister all to himself So I must break the news she is gay Laughing in the middle of a crazy diamond She's kicking dust into the stagnant air She is a shortstop between here and third But the traffic will never slow Oh, she waves anyway Each day you make your bed all by yourself Tossing flowers, the names engraved with pencil marks A constant quirky conversation Oh, should you change your name To protect your innocence Spinning in the middle of your crazy diamond I'm kicking dust into your stagnant air You are a shortstop between here and third But the traffic will never slow Still I wave As I circle the picnic table Yours eyes watch me in my flowing dress The sky is an unnatural shade of gray But it's really just the light fading from your eyes Yes, it's really just the light fading, fading Yes, it's really just the light © ESTA CHICA MUSIC; MUSIC CORPORATION OF AMERICA; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com