Lennon. 5:30 Saturday Morning. I Hear. Zeneszám

verse:
Curtains swaying the window closed
Ghost of the wind knocking at my door
Is that you checking on me
bring the fire to set me free

chorus:
Chill my body make it cold
Warm me up and let me go
I hear voices in the air
Its too strange no one's ever there

verse:
Little drummer play my march
Bring your beat, drown out the dark
Ghosts walking above my grave
The cold washing souls away

chorus:

breakdown:
And why I question the only
questions I already knew the answers to
So I wish I could count quietly in a crowded
room till we were only standing there
In another time, life, and place
and the only thing one could hear was the soft
whisper of
4, 3, 2

chorus: