A warm sunday afternoon de Bumbershoot

32 degrees today
too tired to sleep too tired to stay out in the sun
i've lost track of time
unable to move i watch the white clouds pass me by
Iv'e got tobacco under my lip
what kind of pipes are they smoking in middle-earth
i need a cigarette
i need so much right now but really i just need you

i'm writing letters in my sleep
a good scenario takes place but it's only in my head
i've lost track of time
unable to move i watch the white clouds pass me by
Cause i've got feelings for you
and everything is perfect but the timing
an unpredrictable turn
but nothing ever happens when i'm ready