Graham Coxon. Big Bird. Zeneszám

Big bird, big sad
No word, big bad
Colours fill the floor
Leaving me no more

Small lines, small head
No mind, long dead
Thoughts are hard to form
Pencilled on the door

Easelessly, ceaselessly

Big bird, big sad
No word, big bad
Colours fill the floor
Leaving me no more

Small lines, small head
No mind, long dead
Thoughts are hard to form
Pencilled on the door