Tabloids
Jose Francisco Gonzalez Martinez
Floating around everything I know
Watch my seeds, which ones grow
Tabloids tend to tell you the scope
Everyone's trying to sell me something
Inside my head she stood up and said
I want to wonder what it's like
To be your
Love
I had to call off work
From Denver
I drift away
A sunny place
I can't start to erase
Her gentle face
La-la-la-la
La-la-la-la