The wind's whistling My mind's twisting I was making myself the usual cup of tea When the doorbell strangely rang
Because I've been up here for a while I'm starting to feel the monotony of the tower block I'm not so manic now I can uphold the weight of those neighbours And she's lifting and throwing to the wall The post-natal harmonies of youth When this younger man, twenty-five Advantageously took away her pride
The wind's whistling My mind's twisting I was making myself the usual cup of tea When the doorbell strangely rang
I staggered shaking slowly to the door Through the frosted panel I could see you Your intentions as a salesman truly cush You endeavoured as a psycho just to push And whilst lifting and throwing to the wall My puny structure of an ageing OAP No reason why you chose my flat Breathing deeply in a trance
The wind's whistling My mind's twisting I was making myself the usual cup of tea When the doorbell strangely rang
I'm not so manic now (not so manic now) I'm not so manic now (not so manic now) I'm not so manic now (not so manic now) I'm not so manic now (not so manic now)
Because I've been up here for a while I'm starting to feel the monotony of the tower block I'm not so manic now I can uphold the weight of those neighbours And she's lifting and throwing to the wall The post-natal harmonies of youth When this younger man, twenty-five Advantageously took away her pride
I'm not so manic now I'm not so manic now I'm not so manic now I'm not so manic now Not so manic now I'm not so manic now I'm not so manic now Not so manic now I'm not so manic now I'm not so manic now Not so manic now I'm not so manic now I'm not so manic now Not so manic nowTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
