Boats moored in the water Green waves are rolling at the shore Love to see them reaching; Just want to stay; this joyous hour Your sorrow is Beautiful To me tonight So cold and bright
And I don't want to wait 'til Wednesday So bright So bright And cold, this bitter long day
No se apoye contra la puerta
Beep Josh on Sunday Charm him into driving in from Queens Coming up the staircase Bringing tiny envelopes to me
This night it is Beautiful The stars in flight So cold and bright
And I I want To see my crush again, yeah The magical correction I dream; the world speeds on, yeah
Maybe I'm a loser Maybe I'm the unsuspecting Lord Maybe I'm a rapper Maybe I'm just living by the sword
