Colors and the Way They Make You Feel

The Coughs
I live under a mountain where it's always spring
Sun it shines and the birds they fly and sing
Lily pads in the ponds and the frogs are everywhere
I lie back and comb my silky hair
I live under a mountain where it's always spring
Sun it shines and the birds they fly and sing
Lily pads in the ponds and the frogs are everywhere
I lie back and comb my silky hair