- cifra
Was it the voice I've known
Or your appaloosa bones
That carried me home
'Cross the planes
It's like you say all the time
World has lost its mind
Between you and I, I know
That I've lost mine
Was I that gone
Man, I hope not
Glad you found me
When you did
Well there ain't no work
Just Pennsylvania birds
I heard they're nesting now
In the city
And the TV's on
From every window, every window
Evening's fall and flicker
Through the glass
Was I that gone
Man, I hope not
Glad you found me
When you did
We've got a window sill
They haven't made no pill
To get us 'cross the wintertime
Tell the time by the walls
Watch the shadows fall
And the pages slow
And the room called your name
And the pages slow
And the room called your name
