April 1ast

Far away, long ago We were led by small blue dots They set out, take a seat Before we realize who we were No one can always be happy on a Sunday as we all regret But we could’ve changed a lot of things Golden chain, green jewel heart Rose scented plastic love What’s the use of all these If the time comes to pay the debt No one can always be happy on a Sunday as we all regret But we could’ve changed a lot of things It still beyond my reach, who would be ashamed of that Every tear will drown on April last I’m crying out your name even if you can’t find me We’ll finally meet on April last Far away, long ago We were led by small blue birds