***Man plays his guitar as he sits in the grass
With Frisbees flying over his head
The man has a stash
Which gives us our moments
What makes things expensive
I don't understand
But what I know is that
living is the best I can
Peter Gabriel's got sun in his eyes
He's still searching but hasn't got a clue cause he's blind
What a sad picnic party and its melting form
Let's ditch this place so we don't have to mourn
Let's go away from the stupid, sad people
So we can be sad on our own
Sad on our own on our own
Sad on and off and on and off
Sad on our own on our own sad***
Aug 20, 2015
Aug 20, 2015 at 7:23 PM UTC
***Man plays his guitar as he sits in the grass
With Frisbees flying over his head
The man has a stash
Which gives us our moments
What makes things expensive
I don't understand
But what I know is that
living is the best I can
Peter Gabriel's got sun in his eyes
He's still searching but hasn't got a clue cause he's blind
What a sad picnic party and its melting form
Let's ditch this place so we don't have to mourn
Let's go away from the stupid, sad people
So we can be sad on our own
Sad on our own on our own
Sad on and off and on and off
Sad on our own on our own sad***
