I feel a pauper each and every day And I like to feel this way With funny, early dreams Of rolling in the sand, falls through my hand An hour glass I made myself to be Chorus I never saw eyes so brown looking at me
And follow streams of raindrop dreams They seem like tear drops through my window They call to me while sitting in my bed The color of red And now I will prepare myself for sleep
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But I know it was so long ago And my heart gets lost in time Lost inside your glass case And I, I hope that I always will