Pow – Daniel Johnston – letras

It’s an odd and awful way to beit’s a happy laughter of the freeit’s a truth and it’s a dareit’s a feeling in the airit’s a mother’s love for a childit’s a burst from someone else’s universeit’s something you carry with you like a curseit’s a smile or a tearit’s a treasured souvenirit’s a cue that makes the heart singand an argument has nowhere to goand you’ll grow old before you knowand the memories shine clear like looking in a mirrorand you remember all the times you were sincereand the mood will hit you, you’ll be a baby againit will take and embrace you like an old friendadventure in your eyes with manic surpriselike the sun shining through the cloudsPOW