Seven steps to the wall And turn around Seven steps to the window Turn around Three steps to the table - step around Move the chair ‘til it is square And then sit down Don’t Turn Around
There Is a man In a room Empty place There’s a wall A table And a chair ... His face
He wants to write something down He wants to sing a song Or paint something Lie down and fade away Or get up and get away To the beat of the marching feet In the heat of the prison heat
There There’s the sun Through the bars Cutting swathes Lighting dust I love dust That it’s there That it falls
He wants to write something down ...
Seven steps to the wall ...
There is a man In a room Empty place There’s a wall A table Some paper ... His face
He wants to write something down ...
There All my life Where there’s white I have words So I write What I hear Perfect white With no words
It is thin but it’s clearTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
