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letra de castles - joy of cooking

[verse 1]
a row of castles line your street
marble stones beneath my feet
as in some oriental maze
of fading colours through a haze
and seeing through a half-closed eye
a hundred motorcycles roaring by
you stood there asking where’s it at
to some old cat who turned and spat
i watch my inner eye perceive
that everything is really make believe

[verse 2]
a wall of lights around your town
a princess in her wedding gown
walks the midnight streets alone
looking for a telephone
shе who flies down on the rose
thе fattest, reddest one that grows
a she-bird flying to the foam
she takes the honey to her comb
i watch my other eye perceive
that she is only really make believe

[verse 3]
a world turned inward, a world turned on
turning outward and where’s it gone?
you stand there hollow in your boots
the tree will fall without its roots
the carpet, so the poet said
moves in around your floating head
and still you’re asking where’s it at
your mirror’s asking who is that?
i watch my tired eye perceive
that even you are only make believe
[verse 1]
a row of castles line your street
marble stones beneath my feet
as in some oriental maze
of fading colours through a haze
and seeing through a half-closed eye
a hundred motorcycles roaring by
you stood there asking where’s it at
to some old cat who turned and spat
i watch my tired eye perceive
that everything is really make believe

- joy of cooking

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