Lletres: The Prize Fighter Inferno. Easter.

I don't wanna run around, run outside your kitchen,
In the front yard outside where the children play,
Sand box drifting in the land outside you're missing,
Sail it till Sunday, just till the evening's grey.

It's Easter, until the sun, and Cecillia.
It's Easter, the sun and Cecillia.

I don't wanna lay against duct tape, cracked or crooked,
In the outdoor, left outside in the rain,
?? longing for the face that I've been missing
Seven sea looking for a day I long again.

It's Easter, until the sun, with Cecillia.
It's Easter, the sun, with Cecillia.

It's Easter, the sun, and Cecillia