Tin Man (Live)

歌詞

Sometimes late When things are real And the people share the gift of gab Between themselves Some are quick To take the bait And the catch the perfect prize That waits among the shells But Oz never did give nothing to the Tin Man That he didn't didn't already have And Cause never was the reason for the evening Or the tropic of Sir Galahad So please Believe in me When I say I'm spinning round round round round Smoke glass stain'd bright colors Image going down down down down Soapsud green like bubbles Oz never did give nothing to the Tin Man That he didn't didn't already have And Cause never was the reason for the evening Or the tropic of Sir Galahad So please Believe in me When I say I'm spinning round round round round Smoke glass stain'd bright colors Image going down down down down Soapsud green like bubbles Oz never did give nothing to the Tin Man That he didn't didn't already have And Cause never was the reason for the evening Or the tropic of Sir Galahad So please believe in me When I say I'm spinning round round round round Smoke glass stain'd bright colors Image going down down down down Soapsud green like bubbles