birds sing there's not a cloud in the sky
yeah august 8th is a beautiful day
i see a bunch of hippies crying
yeah august 8th is a beautiful day
like waking up from a real bad dream
suddenly everything is ok. the storm has passed and the sun is shining
yeah august 8th is a beautiful day. what's going on
is something bumming your scene?
i'm not trying to be mean. the air is sweet the summer flowers blooming nowhere in sight is there anything grey
feelings of joy are filling the street
yeah august 8th is a beautiful day. like waking up from a fucked up dream
suddenly everything's looking good. there's been no permanent damage done
yeah august 8th came right when it should. what's going on
is something bumming your scene?
i'm not trying to be mean. poor jeff
staying home on such a beautiful day.