A Roll in the Hay? I can't... Hay Fever.
...So... i'm drinking the tea i photographed... and I'm down to the flower part... and now I don't know how to drink it... I can't waste half a cup of tea... do I let myself choke on the leaves?
Rolled around on kitchen floors, tied my tongue in pretty bows with yours
And now we pass; just like glass, I see through you - you see through me like I'm not there
You could make my head swerve. You used to know my every curve.
And so we meet on a street, and I am blind - I cannot find the heart I gave to you
Sometimes what we think we really want we don't
Sometimes what we think we want we really don't
Some times what we think we love we don't, we don't
And I am blind - I cannot find the heart I gave...
We meet on a street
And I am blind - I cannot find the heart I gave to you
THAT was a song by Ingrid Michaelson called Glass. I want to cover it, and I want to cover December Baby. Currently music searching. In the meantime, check out my new video called Blue Lips, by Regina Spektor
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