Open my eyes in morning rain
And gently find out black shoes
Clouds are slowly drifting by who is crying under the sky
It’s maybe the slowest bus. Which colour for her is right?
And I see all the teenagers ‘ eyes, you tell me they are tough and red.
Say, say it again, sometimes the memory was winding my mind.
Say, say it again, you know the past things could set my free.
Put up you in sandwiches hands, oh I think it not really cool
You tell me truth will not be here, I’ve found it in your eyes.
It’s maybe the slowest bus. Which colour for her is right?
And I see all the teenagers ‘ eyes, you tell me they are tough and red.
Say, say it again, sometimes the memory was winding my mind.
Say, say it again, you know the past things could set my free
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