Lyrics:
The Stairs Miraculous Happens

Crying like it's the end of the world but it's not burning postcards that she used to send from Milan it's just a stupid thing that happened to me today

Take a picture of me sleeping. Give the picture to the little man. Put the man upon a bicycle. Place my pictures on the wall and windows. What is this

When you wake up let me sleep you'll go to work and i'll dream of you when you come home to me at quarter past three then we'll go out and we'll have

I'm just a carpenter ghost. I don't mean you no harm. Can you take me to my house? The house that I built with my hands. And honestly if you asked me

Ray, face the music today and measure do not weigh reverie - dispensed for free. Fold and shift shapes without haste but always stop to taste the sweeter

She was a butterfly so delicate and dangerous. The perfect alibi: Too pretty to seem poisonous. With the straightest face she'd say, 'I don't want to

Living, it ain't hard. Living it ain't hard. Just take a walk around the block lift your arms up high. See the future in the work. Sing out to the sky

You're looking into the face of crazy you're looking directly at me and it's a wonderful world that you live in and it's a wonderful world that you