Childish Things Lyrics – Honeyglaze

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 may 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
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Honeyglaze Lyrics – Childish Things

Honeyglaze

Childish Things