Tayama

Seats Changed.

Same old buildings, through filthy windows,

 

Finger drawings of sadness,

 

It seems so much more, madness?

 

Pills left out each morning,

 

I know she cares,

 

Tossed into the flower bed, do I dare?

 

No, open the door,

 

See her plant? Its flowering, you cant,

 

Im awake, is it to begin?

 

Maybe I\'ll change seats today,

 

I need to get home to her again,

 

Then she\'ll hold me, her scent,

 

Baby tell me i can...