Red Football
I'm not no red football
To be kicked around the garden
No no I'm a red christmas-tree ball
And I'm fragile
I'm not no animal
Though I am to you
I'm not no crocodile
Like the one in Dublin
Here comes the sun
(here comes the sun)
I’m tired of coming undone
(oh, coming undone)
There’s been so much darkness
Too much of the time
I think its a sign
(must be a sign)
Here comes the ra