roger

your big mouth, steelish stare, it fills my wings, enough to fly, i sent a letter on a stone, through your window down the hall, one more day, still stuck in here, i burnt my words, on a beaten stove, i sent my love a golden song, but a simple tune to hum along, she played my hearts strings with a bow, and the bow fire cracked out like a drum, i sent my love a golden song, but a simple beat to tap along, she plays me like a rubber bow, and the bow fire fizzed out with the dawn, i feel in love with a girl called roger