Record Collector歌詞

Record Collector - Lissie
I'm tired of saying
That I won't get lost ever again
Who knows
Maybe I will
And everywhere I go there I'll be
With a rusty old rake in a pile of leaves
Oh my
Truly daunting
But my blue eyes cannot see
That their real hue is probably green
I should keep records of these things
And I know what yesterdays bring
And I'm not really sure
But I'm starting to think
That I've been here before
Who knows
Maybe I have
And everywhere I went
There I was with a choir of bees
They were all a buzz
Oh my how amusing
But my blue eyes cannot see
That their real hue is probably green
I should keep records of these things
And I know what yesterdays bring
But
One time there was this one time
When I swore God she spoke to me
And she told me oh yes she told me
Of all the wonders that she could bring
And I said
Won't you won't you fill me up with it
Why don't you fill me up with it
Won't you fill me
Won't you won't you fill me up with it
Why don't you fill me up with it
Why don't you fill me
Won't you won't you fill me up with it
Why don't you fill me up with it
Why don't you fill me up
But my blue eyes cannot see
That their real hue is probably green
I will keep records of these things
And I'll know what yesterdays bring
I am always there with me
And I'll know what yesterdays bring