Pa, parara, papa, Pa, parara, papa, Papa, parara, papa,
eight at twenty one The girl has with the sun It's a white mornin' now the fog is gone
It's a bright, founded dawn (Hey) She lays out on the lawn And the new day And to confront the clock
And down, the little All squared Don't it make you to cry all day? And gone, washed by the (Pa, parara, papa, pararara) (Pa, parara, papa, pararara) Crushed by the (Pa, parara, papa, pararara) where the land end and the day begins
"Is this normal?" She asks As she sifted through the Through her And her morning perfume
It seems life's just not correct (Hey) From the observation And she sits in her bus seat All the way
And down, the little All away it make you want to cry all day? And gone, washed by the (Pa, parara, papa, pararara) (Pa, parara, papa, pararara) by the clouds (Pa, parara, papa, pararara) It's where the land end and the day Ooh
Statues and The crest fallen (Hey) The minutes and yea As gently leaves
And down, the little (Pa, parara, papa, pararara) (Pa, parara, papa, pararara) All squared (Pa, parara, papa, pararara) Don't it make you to cry all day? And gone, by the wind (Pa, parara, papa, pararara) (Pa, parara, papa, pararara) Crushed by the (Pa, parara, papa, pararara) It's where the land end and the day
And down, the little (Pa, parara, papa, pararara) (Pa, parara, papa, pararara) All squared (Pa, parara, papa, pararara) it make you want to cry all day? And gone, yea (Pa, parara, papa, pararara) (Pa, parara, papa, pararara) (Pa, parara, papa, pararara) Yea, yea, yea (Pa, parara, papa, pararara) (Pa, parara, papa, pararara) Don't it you, cry, cry, cry all day Ooh