Black tats smoking cigarettes, the hearts on parade
We play the song again and light one more, before the day, ends
Well the parade of hearts is coming don’t you be estranged,
Don’t you know that each and every heart has its place,
And don’t you know, that love, aint no race, to the end
By the rainbows at night, that hide beneath the moon,
We danced with the butterflies as we chased
Our loving, mood
Your fading sleeve tells a story, but ive planned mine ahead,
The needle, quells the craving, and the stone, reminds, the head
[whistle solo]
Well I dunno what we did that night when I found you in my bed,
But I know that we did nothing that we regret,
Still I should’ve said, what’s been on my mind, since, the parade.
The hearts and souls that once met to sing,
they now drift as smoke, upon the breeze
And dissipate into whispers,
the ink, is to faded to read
By the rainbows at night, that hide beneath the moon
We danced with the butterflies, and I found
That my loving mood, exists, without you.
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