PARTY TREE:
The king on sticks is joining the dots on the back of his neck,
Whilst you’re sleeping,
Pulling the world in backwards through an open door,
And I think about you,
When I forget myself
(K)
PARTY TREE:
The king on sticks is joining the dots on the back of his neck,
Whilst you’re sleeping,
Pulling the world in backwards through an open door,
And I think about you,
When I forget myself
(K)