Bicycle
Song by Dan Ezra
The room is colored with stripes of paper
The empty bottle is on the floor
I wake up slowly and try to remember
What went on the night before
If I could, then I would
But I can't put my finger on
Think I'll fix the old bicycle
And ride them across the floor
The room is colored with stripes of paper
The empty bottle is on the floor
I wake up slowly and try to remember
What went on the night before
If I could, then I would
But I can't put my finger on
Think I'll fix the old bicycle
And ride them across the floor
The room is colored with stripes of paper
The empty bottle is on the floor
The empty bottle is on the floor
I wake up slowly and try to remember
What went on the night before
If I could, then I would
But I can't put my finger on
Think I'll fix the old bicycle
And ride them across the floor
The room is colored with stripes of paper
The empty bottle is on the floor
I wake up slowly and try to remember
What went on the night before
If I could, then I would
But I can't put my finger on
Think I'll fix the old bicycle
And ride them across the floor
The room is colored with stripes of paper
The empty bottle is on the floor