patleh | 13 Dec 2008 23:46 | Quote> |
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Something's out my window I don't know what it is though i'm sure it's heaven (There's something outside your house) It wants to come in my door It lights up my mornnig everyday Sitting there like a pigeon (there's something outside your house) But everytime i try to look It scurries away before i glance Someday i hope it will stay for a bit (there's something outside your house) It's beauty makes me stare back at my head It makes my life go before my very own eyes One things for sure it won't be fed But his owner tries. Everytime i hit up the seven-eleven People see me walking with a smile Because on my way out i passed heaven and it felt like a long sweltering mile It crawls on my outdoor furniture It just stares at me eating my breakfast and it begins to leave as i drink tea (There's something outside your house) With it's muck in it's mouth It looks cold, but happy I can tell it wants to come in (there's something outside your house) Curiosity lies between his eyes He has golden hair from the gods Licking water out of my empty plant (There's something outside your house) It's beauty makes me stare back at my head It makes my life go before my very own eyes One things for sure it won't be fed But his owner tries. Everytime i hit up the seven-eleven People see me walking with a smile Because on my way out i passed heaven and it felt like a long sweltering mile It looks at me and i look back Countless times i've failed to trap him so i can ask him his name (There's something out side your house) I know, i know, i know I'm fully aware, of his blank stare daggers through my back, feeling like a tack (There's something coming in your house) I know, i know, i know get it out, get it out before it gets to bright. Before my minds outta sight and somewhere else. When the light goes away My mind will want to stay. It's beauty makes me stare back at my head It makes my life go before my very own eyes One things for sure it won't be fed But his owner tries. Everytime i hit up the seven-eleven People see me walking with a smile Because on my way out i passed heaven and it felt like a long sweltering mile |