Lyrics
Don t ask me now, don t ask me now, take your time
Sang you and myself to sleep, in the evening afternoon
Arrive somehow, or should i stay
You have the look of flowers that are looked at, don t pay them any mind
don t know if i should run
don t ask me now
Don t ask me now, sang you and myself to sleep, brought a book and a bottle of pills
Every night feels like a week, you have the look of flowers that are looked at Are, don t pay them any mind
Don t know if i should run, sad voices trying to tell me their lies
arrive somehow
But wish the fireflies would come home soon, sang you and myself to sleep That, in the evening afternoon
Don t know if i should run, beneath the trees Are, don t know if i should run
took a walk up into the hills
feel so tired cause there s nothing to do
sang you and myself to sleep
Take your time, in the evening afternoon Irving, don t pay them any mind
Take your time, you have the look of flowers that are looked at
Sang you and myself to sleep, arrive somehow
Arrive somehow, sang you and myself to sleep, don t know if i should run
Beneath the trees, don t ask me now
but wish the fireflies would come home soon
Beneath the trees, don t know if i should run
Beneath the trees, feel so tired cause there s nothing to do
Don t ask me now, but wish the fireflies would come home soon
took a walk up into the hills
Every night feels like a week, but wish the fireflies would come home soon
In the evening afternoon, laid and listened to the traffic dive
Laid and listened to the traffic dive, don t know if i should run, don t know if i should run
Beneath the trees, don t ask me now Look, don t ask me now
Or should i stay, arrive somehow, feel so tired cause there s nothing to do
You have the look of flowers that are looked at, or should i stay
every night feels like a week
Took a walk up into the hills, beneath the trees
Or should i stay, don t pay them any mind That, feel so tired cause there s nothing to do
Don t know if i should run, don t pay them any mind
Beneath the trees, you have the look of flowers that are looked at
Sad voices trying to tell me their lies, laid and listened to the traffic dive, they ll disappoint you