Untitled... Morning
Will you be my lover?
will you be the one?
will you be like no other
for how long?
oh yes i´ll be your wild flower
grown through the concrete
and born to the backbeat of the stars
and yes i´m just a stupid guy
crushed like a butterfly
dead-eyed at the drive-by
in a car
and like flies on a windscreen
and like insects in glue
we could stick together
if you wanted to
and yes i´ll be your wild flower
grown through the concrete streets
and born to the backbeat of the stars
and i´m just a stupid guy
crushed like a butterfly
dead-eyed at the drive-by
in a car
yeah just a stupid guy
crushed like a butterfly
dead-eyed at the drive-by
