All you colored shirts hang just as you had left
And you office door's closed, just as you had said.
All your Dylan tapes stay unplayed and go untouched
And your poetry books are closed and collecting dust.
"Throw it away", so they tell me, "to help with the hurt".
Not for my world.
Their grass dries, and moons rise, and clocks tick, and sun's lit,
On this earth, not my world.
Fiddlehead - My World Lyrics
Fiddlehead - My World Lyrics
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All you colored shirts hang just as you had left
And you office door's closed, just as you had said.
All your Dylan tapes stay unplayed and go untouched
And your poetry books are closed and collecting dust.
"Throw it away", so they tell me, "to help with the hurt".
Not for my world.
Their grass dries, and moons rise, and clocks tick, and sun's lit,
On this earth, not my world.
And you office door's closed, just as you had said.
All your Dylan tapes stay unplayed and go untouched
And your poetry books are closed and collecting dust.
"Throw it away", so they tell me, "to help with the hurt".
Not for my world.
Their grass dries, and moons rise, and clocks tick, and sun's lit,
On this earth, not my world.
Writer: Alexander Daniel Henery, Alexander M Dow, Pat Flynn, Shawn G Costa
Copyright: Lyrics © TERRORBIRD PUBLISHING LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © TERRORBIRD PUBLISHING LLC
Performed By: Fiddlehead
Language: English
Length: 2:37
Written by: Alexander Daniel Henery, Alexander M Dow, Pat Flynn, Shawn G Costa