Childish Things

Air conditioned, Sunday scents Filled with paint, wet cement I think of all the childish things I've said No I don't want to lay in bed Getting lost inside my head And think of all the childish things I've said Oh but isn't it fine When you leave it behind I guess everyone's blind I guess everyone's blind Air conditioned, Sunday scents Filled with paint, wet cement I think of all the childish things I've said No I don't want to lay in bed Getting lost inside my head And think of all the childish things I've said Oh but isn't it fine When you leave it behind I guess everyone's blind I guess everyone's blind Air conditioned, Sunday scents Filled with paint, wet cement I think of all the childish things I've said No I don't want to lay in bed Getting lost inside my head And think of all the childish things I've said Oh but isn't it fine When you leave it behind I guess everyone's blind I guess everyone's blind Air conditioned, Sunday scents Filled with paint, wet cement I think of all the childish things I've said No I don't want to lay in bed Getting lost inside my head And think of all the childish things I've said Oh but isn't it fine When you leave it behind I guess everyone's blind I guess everyone's blind Air conditioned, Sunday scents Filled with paint, wet cement I think of all the childish things I've said No I don't want to lay in bed Getting lost inside my head And think of all the childish things I've said Oh but isn't it fine When you leave it behind I guess everyone's blind I guess everyone's blind