Other David - Crickets

The world is a letter in a dream, I slipped a stamp in my pillow
Spark some vision, my excess is my engine
As we fly, flee, slowly, time turns eternally
We're pearls at sea, leaves along a willow tree
The world is a hypocritic critic, I'm sleepin, cue the crickets
Hold that thought for a millisecond more and kick it
Round and round and round, and the breeze is twisted
On a silhouette tour, it's free if you're interested
No stop shop in store, it's easier assisted, leave the floor uplifted, please be sure to visit

Written by:
David Russell

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