It's late December the New Years never coming Time passes slowly in a two room walk up flat The sun is silent there's a cold rain gonna come on No one to talk to But my ladys yellow cat Rain drops falling on the flowers In the window box Plastic roses that I planted yesterday I didn't think they'd die so soon But they're all withered now Seems like everything I touch Turns out that way
Well I guess I just go walking The cats no good for talkin' to He don't know what I'm saying And the rain is always Playing on my mind On my mind
Street lights drifting through the blinds that cover window panes Blending softly with the bare lights over head Then together they run swiftly through my memory And eerie image of a strange and empty bed Wind is whipping up the papers in the streets below Got some books to read But it seems they've all been read Clouds are crowded in a misty Drifting sky above And I wish to hell I could remember what I said.
A crystal wine glass on a table filled with scarlet stains Stands alone and empty where there once was two The jug is silent on the table with my broken dreams The wine is gone my lady and so my love are youTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
