Sweetheart Surgery Violet Umbrella
From under the violet umbrella
She makes us write the songs so mellow
She puts her darkest black on my blue eyes
Oh who of us thought that it may be
We called each other gee and baby
But what become of shiny hopeful skies
She turns her face left she turn her face right
She whispers the words that is hard to believe
So I swallow this meal just for sleeping at night
But joking on me is the thing I will never forgive
Her black and white photo's my neighbor
Our room is full of crumpled paper
With the poems please don't tell me how it seems
Our coins are lying together
And waiting for the changes of predictable weather
On the bottom of the fountain of our dreams
So tears that you had left in my right shoulder those
days
Will be the memories in my house of thick shell can it be
nice
Or maybe funny
