Haircut
I am the string in your hair
Tying your hair back
You are the wind in my face
Cooling my forehead
I always knew that one day
you’d get a haircut
Soon I’ll be sweeping away what’s left of a years love
I’ll keep my upper lips smooth
if you keep your hair long
Soon all your tulips will bloom
As I lead you on
To finally consider this matter of how we have grown
And no shave or haircut will keep us apart for too long
I am the string in your hair
Tying your hair back
You are the wind in my face
Cooling my forehead
I always knew that one day
you’d get a haircut
Soon I’ll be sweeping away what’s left of a years love
Soon I’ll be sweeping away what’s left of a years love
Soon I’ll be sweeping away what’s left of a years love