Graham Robert Wood Songtext

von Pooka

Graham Robert Wood is flying in the sky
You'd think that he'd need wings
But it's incredible, I have seen it with my own eyes
Graham Robert Wood is flying in the sky
You want to feel the sunshine
He moves the clouds to the perimeter
Makes me feel who I really am

You know how it feels
So take me I'm yours
Here for your taking

OK so I've opened my eyes
I see the world doesn't compromise
To everything people need
I've given my money to the children
But what more can I do about it

When Graham Robert Wood is flying in the sky
I too get the feeling I am high
And if anybody says,"When you gonna come down?!"
I'm gonna spit on them.and won't talk to them

Self indulgence did no one harm
So take me I'm yours here for your taking...