Tin Fingers - She

This is when she puts the music off. When the rain is kissing the roof. When a breeze is singing a us song. When the day dims when the day has lost his light. She has lost trace of the dust on the road. She has lost trace of this bad bad world. it's morning she turns the music on. The sun shines, grass is swimming in the dew and a breeze is singing us a song. The night yawns and the night has lost her shade. She has lost trace of the dust on the road. She has lost trace of the bad bad world

the bad bad world she's living in.