REBECCA




Rebecca, breathe me the old song,
It makes me feel right in a world so wrong.
Rebecca, breathe me the old land,
With pentecost cakes in our hand.
Rebecca, help me to your star,
It shines right away, where ever you are.
Rebecca, let your mind no more,
Run over stars shaking your door.
Rebecca, back in our school days,
We would play at separate yards,
And then deep in the same haze,
We met up with faceless guards.
Hum hum hum hum hum hum
Rebecca Rebecca .
Rebecca, breathe me the old song,
It makes me feel right in a world so wrong,
Rebecca, breathe me the new land,
Where you now sleep out of hand...
Rebecca, back in our school days,
We would play at separate yards,
And then deep in the same haze,
We met up with faceless guards
Hum hum hum hum hum hum
Rebecca Rebecca