Little Blue Bedroom Testo

Dust cloud climbs a sunray,
The morning breaks through my window pane,
There's not a thing that i can't do,
In my little blue bedroom,
Dreaming like a free floating balloon

The sunshine sings like laughter,
The wind blows through my jacket,
There's alot of places i can't go,
Just by stepping on my gasoline pedal, Driving like an injured wing sparrow