Cocoanut Groove Afternoons
Obstinent, found all in those streets I've been
You can almost dissapear
Five a clock, it'so quit and he makes us talk
Live voices from the other side
I'm holding that, what can I hold, I only think about
Once that you leave me in July
You restle dawn, I hundred motion are inside
And when I hear that good night cry
Guess that I will always be the same
Dream with my days away
