Tired exhausted and beat But nothing really matters anymore
Let’s talk about the trees and the flowers and the bees But no you’d never write a love song to the breeze No you'd never
Would you ever change your mind About anything you lost in time Make no sense to make it all
Who cares if you fall You’ll be caught by the knees But no you’d never write a love song to the breeze To the breeze No you’d never write a love song to the breeze Breze
