Текст песни Penny Boy - Julianna Zachariou

You sat idle in your bronzy, brilliant air
A thousand passed and never saw you there
But my gaze was always fixed upon the ground
And I picked you up and brushed you off
And kept you, penny boy

You sang and jangled in my coat all day
As I guess your stories circa ′98
And there's nothing of that winter I would change
Holding hands inside my pocket
Me and penny boy

There are still some things that my pen just can′t write
Im suspended in between my thoughts at night
But when I awake it's cleared up by the light
Illuminating that frustrating
Funny penny boy

Glad my gaze was always fixed upon the ground
Glad i picked you up and brushed you off and kept you
Penny boy.