I
The walls of my kitchen will be yellow,
and I will make cinnamon rolls
and hum the theme from
the Man from Snowy River
The windows will be open
and I wish for words
to this tune
so I could sing them
and I wish also for
enough courage
enough lightness
enough floor of my own to dance on.
II
When I fall asleep
Alone
Every night
I think it will be better
Than
Sharing it with almost anyone else
And when I wake up
Alone
Every morning
I will not be lonely
Because I am a creature of solitude
The walls of my kitchen will be yellow,
and I will make cinnamon rolls
and hum the theme from
the Man from Snowy River
The windows will be open
and I wish for words
to this tune
so I could sing them
and I wish also for
enough courage
enough lightness
enough floor of my own to dance on.
II
When I fall asleep
Alone
Every night
I think it will be better
Than
Sharing it with almost anyone else
And when I wake up
Alone
Every morning
I will not be lonely
Because I am a creature of solitude


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