Little Dragon Scribbled Paper
‘Cause I went looking for a trace of something that you
left
And when I saw dried paint and your scribbled initials
I acted like I could care less while my thumb press to
the paper
I wanted to find your portrait, wanted to have it
Recalling a piercing voice in old dreams
And ghostly images of black trains
Now seeing every page is turned away
I wanted to own your portrait
Wanted to have it
You and your scribbled paper makes me shiver so
You and your scribbled paper makes me shiver so
