Ron Sexsmith
Ron Sexsmith
Ron Sexsmith
Ron Sexsmith
Ron Sexsmith
Ron Sexsmith
Ron Sexsmith
Ron Sexsmith
Ron Sexsmith
Ron Sexsmith
Ron Sexsmith
Ron Sexsmith
Ron Sexsmith
Look up my darling
Way up high
At the clouds above you
My heart's a window, darling
If you look inside
You'll see how I think of you
We all get angry sometimes
But it disappears
Don't have the patience sometimes
I create tears
But there's nothing in this wash
That won't come clear in the end
'Cause we're best friends