Stoney Days

Tavola degli accordi #267138

fornita da rootshell

Testo:

© rootshell
the sun cracks right through my window
casting shadows on the floor
a ray of light lands on your photo
reminding me i have you no more

out of bed into the kitchen
i pack a bowl and breath your name
green and purple is your color
i never look at them the same

i pass it to the right and you're not there
you're everywhere i want to be
i spend these stoney days laughing by myself
and it hurts

i tip-toe into the garden
to admire the work done by your hands
big colas and the stacking
tight nodes and large fans

majestic and so serene
frosted tops with loud terpenes
i picture you in ripped blue jeans
just look what you're doing to me
just look what you're doing to me

i pass it to my right and you're not there
you're everywhere i want to be
i spend these stoney nights laughing by myself
and it hurts