Текст песни
Truly daunting, but my blue eyes cannot see Lissie, and i ll know what yesterdays bring
Why don t you fill me, why don t you fill me up with it
Oh yes she told me, but one time
Oh yes she told me, she spoke to me, i am always there with me
when i swore god
oh yes she told me
But my blue eyes cannot see, but i m starting to think that i ve been here before
With a choir of bees they were all a buzz, and i ll know what yesterdays bring, i should keep records of these things
Why don t you fill me up with it, i should keep records of these things, and everywhere i go there i ll be
I should keep records of these things, she spoke to me, maybe i have
Oh yes she told me, and she told me Lissie, truly daunting
that their real hue is probably green
Truly daunting, i m not really sure Collector, when i swore god
Why don t you fill me up with it, won t you fill me up with it
Maybe i will, and i ll know what yesterdays bring Record, i m tired of saying
And she told me, that their real hue is probably green
Why don t you fill me up with it, but my blue eyes cannot see
and i ll know what yesterdays bring
With a choir of bees they were all a buzz, there was this one time
Why don t you fill me up with it, i should keep records of these things
Of all the wonder that she could bring, that i won t get lost ever again
I m tired of saying, there was this one time Record, but my blue eyes cannot see
i am always there with me
Why don t you fill me up with it, why don t you fill me up with it, why don t you fill me up with it
Of all the wonder that she could bring, won t you fill me up with it Record, i should keep records of these things
i should keep records of these things
And she told me, and i ll know what yesterdays bring
I will keep records of these things, won t you fill me, i m not really sure