Growing In My Mind - The Pretty Things

Growing in my mind

Is the picture of a face

Someone that I’ve known

Then lost without a trace

Could she be the one

That stares at me from my dreams

Or could she be the creator

Of all of my schemes

My scheme

Morning has it’s magic

As it slides in through my frame

With the first sign of dawn

This picture leaves my brain

I search the streets of morning

But I never find a trace

Then growing in my mind

Is the picture of a face

A face

A face

A face

A face

A face

A face

A face