those blasted clocks have all run down or does time stand still without you around the birds don’t sing their little song the prophecies have all proved wrong
the persian rugs have gone threadbare the waxing moon has lost its flair the wishes drowned beneath the well the razor blades have all gone dull
but this is confidential you’re the one to blame and now the forecast calls perpetually for rain although its rather late I lie awake in vain cause I’m still waiting for what’s wonderful just the other side of pain
meticulous has run amok the rabbit’s foot is outta luck the tightrope walker needs a lift the contortionists have all gone stiff
but this is confidential you’re the one to blame and now the forecast calls perpetually for rain although its rather late I lie awake in vain cause I’m still waiting for what’s wonderful just the other side of pain
quicksilver slows down into gold Count st. Germain is getting old Elysian Fields are dead and brown and your picture’s hanging upside down
but this is confidential you’re the one to blame and now the forecast calls incessantly for rain although its rather late I lie awake in vain cause I’m still waiting for what’s wonderful just the other side of painTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
