There is a name on every door There is a story in every room And when you can't go back no more You know your life has been resumed
In a basement lives a sometimes clown Who works with a sometimes queen Making movies in the garage and the back yard But they're seldom seen
And the friend who gave them space I remember her well I see her face Understanding and gentle and kind She had a way of preying on your mind
It wasn't easy when I think about it Living in the house of changing faces I still have the tracks to remind me What life was like High and wasted When I wanted to die
Altogether they shared the rooms I used to know that I once used To dream my days and ease the pain Poison the spirit while I remain
Oh yes I used to crawl in agony along those halls Looking forward to nothing more than another shot behind closed doorsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
