I left the flat cause it felt like home Ordered wine and sat down to write you a poem The words came easy, the words came strong The poem would be good, the poem would be long Wine came but i didn't drink a sip I just checked i had money for the wine and for the tip Then the poem went on and about an hour past I lit a straight and had my drink at last Oh you, you who know me quite well You know that i don't live where i dwell I don't need a table, i don't need a drink All i do need is some room to think Given the waterfall, given the few Anything goes, anythings coo I take the world with its buildings and its trees And all its swans become my geese The river a little stream The glory of old: a dream But you, you who know me well enough You know what it's all made of, it's all made of good stuff I kissed the cutest greek little girl She gave me some soda and a little blue pearl I found a roman city in southern italy And destroyed its ruins, destroyed them totally I left a pair of black underpants In the men's room of a bar in paris, france I slept on the beach above the artic cercle Woke up alive and didn't call it a miracle But you, you who know me like nobody else does You know it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter where i wasTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
