Leaving the things that are
real behind.
Leaving the things that you
love from mind.
All of the things that you
learned from fears.
Nothing is left for the years.
Voices scream,
Nothing seen,
Real's a dream.
Toys, toys, toys,
In the attic
Toys, toys, toys,
In the attic
Toys, toys, toys,
In the attic
Toys, toys, toys,
In the attic
Lights,
Voices scream,
Nothing seen,
Real's a dream.
Leaving the things that are
real behind.
Leaving the things that you
love from mind.
All of the things that you
learned from fears.
Nothing is left for the years.
Voices scream,
Nothing seen,
Real's a dream.
Toys, toys, toys,
In the attic
Toys, toys, toys,
In the attic
Toys, toys, toys,
In the attic
Toys, toys, toys,
In the attic
Toys, toys, toys,
In the attic
Toys, toys, toys,
In the attic
Toys, toys, toys,
In the attic
Marco Giunco |
Work | Basket | Music | Words |