A Warm Sunday Afternoon

Bumbershoot

32 degrees today

Too tired to sleep too tired to stay out in the sun

I've lost track of time

Unable to move I watch the white clouds pass me by



Iv'e got tobacco under my lip

What kind of pipes are they smoking in middle-earth

I need a cigarette

I need so much right now but really I just need you



I'm writing letters in my sleep

A good scenario takes place but it's only in my head

I've lost track of time

Unable to move I watch the white clouds pass me by



Cause I've got feelings for you

And everything is perfect but the timing

An unpredrictable turn

But nothing ever happens when I'm ready