Pumpkin
Allan Vest
Traveled half
This life
With a steering wheel
I think it might be broken
And like a knife
It cuts
My love is merely
Something like a pumpkin
Because I feel
Alone
And disguise my tongue
All because
Because my heart
Is cold
And the words, they burn
Burn my soul
Traveled half
This life
Chasing birds I think they
Go the wrong direction
And the like the wind
She combs
My love has merely
Stolen my reflection
Because I feel
Alone
And disguise my tongue
All is wrong
Because my heart (oh)
Is cold
And the words, they burn
Burn my soul
My love is merely
Something like a pumpkin