LETRA
Perfect birds sit on plastic bush
In my cubicle
I’ve been knowing this for some reason now
And anyday i expect the delivery truck
To bring me mine, the order is late
But still i wait for the starfire demon
…or leave it to fate
Perfect birds sit on plastic bush
In my cubicle
I’ve been knowing this for some reason now
And anyday i expect the delivery truck
To bring me mine, the order is late
But still i wait for the starfire demon
…or leave it to fate