All i have's this journal that i write sketches of a 20-something life glory pieces shining on a page boxing night of disappointing rage legends never leave an ounce of flesh colour fades a memory like death i mistook with all the sense i had words laid down in mornings' turning sad left a window seat for who may pass long to see a skirt or cotton blouse inside of a womans' changing room got invited back, gave opinion too coloured queen a winters' night in a bath can you feel this prose tease out a laugh all i have's this journal that i write sketches of a 20-something life
never got to see the mighty sands settled for a back-row in the stands many New Years Eves' i spent alone shaking with the fear while crawling home digging even deeper down for oil to fuel the fires roaring in my soul of course i wanted credit where its' due i feel so very blessed to play with you we get over everything it seeems wide awake while all around is dream dig your Autumn taste and marriage needs for half a piece of mind, i mined your peace using every face i run into take a seat and tell me something new all i have's this journal that i write sketches of a 20-something life
maybe when we travel left of town i could play the 20-something down pretend i've won the lottery and sing get into the mansion house and bring, a bottle opened slowly at the door added to the missing linos roar didn't we go looking for the place where all my inspirations wrote their face telephone kept buzzing on the plane filming what could never be again all i have's this journal that i write sketches of a 20-something lifeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
