Letra de Record collector

I´m tired of saying
That I won´t get lost ever again
Who knows, maybe I will
And everywhere I go
There I´ll be
With a rust old rake in a pile of leaves
Oh my, truly daunting

But my blue eyes
Cannot see
That their real hue is probably green
I should keep records of these things
And I´ll know what yesterdays bring

I´m, I´m not really sure
But I´m starting to think that I´ve been here before
Who knows
Maybe I have
And everywhere I went
There I was with a choir of bees
They were all a buzz
Oh my, how amusing

But my blue eyes
Cannot see
That their real hue is probably green
I should keep records of these things
And I´ll know what yesterdays bring

But...
One time, there was this one time
When I swore God, she spoke to me
And she told me, oh yes she told me
Of all the wonder that she could bring
And I said,

Won´t you, won´t you fill me up with it, won´t you fill me up with it,
Won´t you fill me
Won´t you, won´t you fill me up with it, why don´t you fill me up with it,
Why don´t you fill me
Won´t you, won´t you fill me up with it, why do´t you fill me up with it,
Why don´t you fill me

But my blue eyes
Cannot see
That their real hue is probably green
I should keep records of these things
And I´ll know what yesterdays bring

I am always here with me
And I´ll know what yesterdays bring