sortdrame

I walk the streets of Japan till I get lost
Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
With a graveyard tan carrying a cross
Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I like studying faces in a parking lot
Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I like driving backwards in the fog
Cause it doesn't remind me of anything

The things that I've loved the things that I've lost
The things I've held sacred that I've dropped
I won't lie no more you can bet
I don't want to learn what I'll need to forget

I was born in the wrong place, wrong time
In a Garden, full of bees
My Fairy told me not to worry
"I'll handle, back to sleep"
and I shouldn't have done that...


And now, seventeen
My fairy tell me again not to worry
Gee, such a mess can be done
by a simply bee