Through My Window

When I grow up I want to be a painter
Acrylics and oils all over my fingers
I can picture myself as a little old lady
Long grey hair pulled back in a braid

Sitting by a windowpane

Nothing to do but stand and stare
Blank white canvas hanging there
All my hippy trees and swirly guitars
Morph into a landscape of stars

Watching the world go by
Feeling the warm sunshine
Watching the world go by
Feeling the warm sunshine

Through my window

When I grow up, If I grow up
I won't give up at all
When I grow up, I won't give up
If I grow up at all
When I grow up, If I grow up
I won't give up at all
When I grow up, I won't give up
If I grow up at all

Watching the world go by
Feeling the warm sunshine
Watching the world go by
Feeling the warm sunshine
Through my window



Credits
Writer(s): Katie Pascoe
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