All these afternoons spent staring at the ceiling
All our lives, never quite shook the feeling
we think we've scattered our time 
all over the grass fields
like breadcrumbs for the birds to eat.

scattering our time

we think we've scattered up our time 
like breadcrumbs for the birds to eat.
spread over all the grass fields

And the mother puts her son to sleep 
by singing songs and counting sheep
'Don't pay attention to all that goes on in your fragile mind'
In your fragile mind
To your fragile kind

Summers spent playing make believe
Spent doing things we weren't made to do
You were a child lost in a carnival
a fisherman lost at sea
A fisherman lost at sea
A little kid lost at sea

Play make believe one more time
'You'll be my lover in a sea faced shack
and wait for the winds to bring me back
To wash over your fears

And when it's been an year from when I was to come home 
You'll meet with my old friends and talk about all the good times we have had

madhav.

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