Watery Dreams - Mexico City Blondes

Watery dreams and bicycle schemes

I ride on a wing and a wheel

Body is weak but the mind is keen

It only matters how I feel

This little bird is gonna fly fly fly

Fantastic fortunes in my pretty little eye

I pick you up and I dust off the ground

Buckets of beautiful to go around

Faces melt like a tired window pane

When we are older the light in us must reign

It’s the years in between where we incubate our dreams

Wake up one morning and nothing’s as it seems

Don’t you listen to a word I say

By my own volition I have gone astray

I burnd the map and now I wander to my grave