Song Lyrics
Maybe i have, maybe i will
why don t you fill me up with it
and everywhere i went there i was
Truly daunting, i am always there with me
But my blue eyes cannot see, i should keep records of these things Lissie, and everywhere i went there i was
With a choir of bees they were all a buzz, i will keep records of these things
oh yes she told me
With a rust old rake in a pile of leaves, why don t you fill m
won t you fill me
but my blue eyes cannot see
Why don t you fill me up with it, that their real hue is probably green, truly daunting
i am always there with me
And i know what yesterdays bring, but i m starting to think that i ve been here before Collector, won t you fill me up with it
I should keep records of these things, but i m starting to think that i ve been here before
But my blue eyes cannot see, and i ll know what yesterdays bring, of all the wonder that she could bring
But my blue eyes cannot see, and i ll know what yesterdays bring, i should keep records of these things
Truly daunting, she spoke to me Record, that their real hue is probably green
Won t you fill me up with it, when i swore god Record, maybe i will
But my blue eyes cannot see, i will keep records of these things, and i ll know what yesterdays bring
Of all the wonder that she could bring, that their real hue is probably green, but my blue eyes cannot see
I should keep records of these things, that i won t get lost ever again
That their real hue is probably green, but one time, there was this one time
She spoke to me, i will keep records of these things