Violins and tambourines

Song of the day;;

→ Peasant - The Flask

I fell off the Eiffel tower

I met you and felt your power

Pouring from an open cask

Here's the pills, I'll take the flask

Are we sleeping, are we dancing?

Are we leaving or romancing?

I am not the one to ask

I may be the very last

Why are you so cold?

I'm not it, I'm not gonna become it

I'm not it

Now you're laying on the carpet

And you're leaving me to cope with

Everything that's nothing to me

Sometimes things just go right through me

You kept saying you were leaving

Now you got me, I'm believing

I was not the one to ask

Damn the pills and damn the flask

Why are you so cold?

I'm not it, I'm not gonna become it

I'm not it

I'm not it, I'm not gonna be it

I'm not it

DREAMING.