Bumbershoot A Warm Sunday Afternoon Lyrics

A Warm Sunday Afternoon Lyrics

32 degrees today
Too tired to sleep too tired to stay out in the
sun
I’ve lost track of time
Unable to move I watch the white clouds
pass me by

Iv’e got tobacco under my lip
What kind of pipes are
they smoking in middle-earth
I need a cigarette
I need so much right now
but really I just need you


I’m writing letters in my sleep
A
good scenario takes place but it’s only in my head
I’ve lost track of
time
Unable to move I watch the white clouds pass me by

Cause I’ve
got feelings for you
And everything is perfect but the timing
An
unpredrictable turn
But nothing ever happens when I’m ready