Pa, parara, papa, Pa, parara, papa, Papa, parara, papa,
eight at twenty one The has risen with the sun a white paint mornin' now That the fog is
It's a bright, founded dawn (Hey) She down out on the lawn And the new day And to confront the clock
And down, the little All squared Don't it make you want to cry all And gone, washed by the (Pa, parara, papa, pararara) (Pa, parara, papa, pararara) Crushed by the (Pa, parara, papa, pararara) It's the land end and the day begins
"Is normal?" She asks allowed As she sifted the crowd Through her And her strong perfume
It seems that life's not correct (Hey) From the deck And she sits frozen in her bus All the way
And down, the little All locked Don't it make you to cry all day? And gone, by the wind (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 fallen leaves (Hey) The minutes and yea As ours gently
And down, the little (Pa, parara, papa, pararara) (Pa, parara, papa, pararara) All away (Pa, parara, papa, pararara) Don't it make you want to cry all And gone, by the wind (Pa, parara, papa, pararara) (Pa, parara, papa, pararara) Crushed by the (Pa, parara, papa, pararara) It's where the end and the day begins
And down, the little (Pa, parara, papa, pararara) (Pa, parara, papa, pararara) All away (Pa, parara, papa, pararara) Don't it 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