Little Dusty

Sun is on your face, in a car waiting your traffic lights
Summer end in your hand, so I may need traces to recognize
Now that you’re lonely, and recall it
You’ll be rejoicing, read of your worries!
Funny names on the streets, and. wondering about the time
On your legs you pretend to take off and then land on the ground
And if you’re lonely, and recall it
You’ll be rejoicing. of your worries.
When fantasy drags, people make you feel bad
And you remember everything you suggest
Where all shall be, so getting out of their dreams,
And shall be magical, intense.
Sun is on your face, in a car waiting your traffic lights
Summer end in your hand, so I may need traces to recognize
Now that you’re lonely, and recall it
You’ll be rejoicing, read of your worries!
When fantasy drags, people make you feel bad
And you remember everything you suggest
Where all shall be, so getting out of their dreams,
And shall be magical, intense
La, la, la, la, la
Something new, something new
Something new, something new
Something new, something new
Something new, something new
Something new, something new