Avignon کے بول

I spent a life time knocking round the same old patch of concrete, I waste all my time breaking rocks and painting smiles on my feet. I seize the end for we drift toward the blue shore send the birds along I'm not waiting for this day She's my little sad eyes, I'm her bluest boy, She's my little sad eyes, I'm her bluest boy, I've become a weapon, She's my little sad eyes She's become a toy, I'm her bluest boy You may call me a fool destination to no end I may cast the anchor down into the bottom of this well I dreamt about the train we somehow lost, That bled those giant marbles made Of sand for us I wrote all night, Free man, Alright! Big Day, All smiles. Burned all their files! I wrote all night, free man, Alright! Big Day, All smiles. Burned all their files! I wrote all night, free man, Alright! Big Day, All smiles. Burned all their files!