Unknown you
There is nothing I could be sure about
In your eyes
In your state of mind
And only for a while
I recognize
The only you
In a multitude
Of mirrors
Why do I feel autumn gardens decaying overseas?
Why don't I stay
'Cause she wouldn't mind
What a day it is
Like it's realy-real
Nobody wants to be lied to
Sheltering from the wind
Under the limbs of these magic trees
Twisting over this place
I wish I had you back so bad
I've got a thing
For the 20something obsessed with James Joyce.
Those days
It was kind of joke
The threat of being caught
With no choice
To have a dog
And pretty much
This white-picket-fence life
Afalina Dreams - Reflections Lyrics
Afalina Dreams - Reflections Lyrics
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Unknown you
There is nothing I could be sure about
In your eyes
In your state of mind
And only for a while
I recognize
The only you
In a multitude
Of mirrors
Why do I feel autumn gardens decaying overseas?
Why don't I stay
'Cause she wouldn't mind
What a day it is
Like it's realy-real
Nobody wants to be lied to
Sheltering from the wind
Under the limbs of these magic trees
Twisting over this place
I wish I had you back so bad
I've got a thing
For the 20something obsessed with James Joyce.
Those days
It was kind of joke
The threat of being caught
With no choice
To have a dog
And pretty much
This white-picket-fence life
There is nothing I could be sure about
In your eyes
In your state of mind
And only for a while
I recognize
The only you
In a multitude
Of mirrors
Why do I feel autumn gardens decaying overseas?
Why don't I stay
'Cause she wouldn't mind
What a day it is
Like it's realy-real
Nobody wants to be lied to
Sheltering from the wind
Under the limbs of these magic trees
Twisting over this place
I wish I had you back so bad
I've got a thing
For the 20something obsessed with James Joyce.
Those days
It was kind of joke
The threat of being caught
With no choice
To have a dog
And pretty much
This white-picket-fence life
Writer: Roman Zarudy, Timur Haba
Copyright: Lyrics © Unison Rights S.L., Iricom US Ltd
Copyright: Lyrics © Unison Rights S.L., Iricom US Ltd