Текст песни Spoonful of Sugar - Matt Mays

Spoonful of sugar in Montreal city
When the leaves are dying and look so pretty
At home the ships are on the rocks and sinking
And as hard as we try we just can't stop thinking
Dirt in my fist, roots on my sleeves
This year the trees fell before the leaves
People like me like people like you
Cause people like you are far too few
Oh night daylight has got nothing on you
And nothing's everlasting when you're always just passing through
Ohhh

Ear full of music just when I need it
Your soul won't sing unless you bleed it
Lookin' for answers through the night owl window
A million miles an hour through the wind and snow
A spoonful of sugar in Montreal city
When the leaves are dying and look so pretty
Nothing can cure this homesick disease
This fall the trees fell before the leaves
Nothing can cure this homesick disease
This fall the trees fell before the leaves
This fall the trees fell before the leaves
This fall the trees fell before the leaves