Letras
A person who thinks all the time
Has nothing to think about except thoughts
So, he loses touch with reality
And lives in a world of illusion.
I see a blue horizon
Under a Philadephia Sun
6th and Girard I'm on the run
As I turn an empty heart.
It takes a realizing,
That subtle smell could be the one
A blah blah by the sun
and the more I think about it
The more I can't live without it.
It is a simple pleasure
That early time and early morn
Something something blah
and the more i think about it
the more i can't live without it.
and I see the blue horizon
and it takes a realizing
that is a simple pleasure
sittin on your seats of leather
that the more i think about it
the more i can't without it.
