Hey you, I'm round your house again I feel so out of place Going to the corner shop The men from out of space Seems so very long ago When we stayed out through the night Like those days that would never end And all those things will, never mend
Feeling kind of black and blue But the fresh winds on the street Free falling through the years But I'm still on my feet
Early before breakfast time Sometime after dawn Gently close the front door Leave you on your own But now its over and I can't help feeling glad Oh so many tears were spent Oh so many years just went
And I'm feeling kind of black and blue But the wind is on my back No time for fair do wells Don't forget to feed the cat
No time for fairy tales No time for living hells No time for wedding bells
'Cause I'm feeling kind of black and blue But the fresh winds on the street Free falling through the years But I'm still on my feet
Feeling kind of black and blue But the fresh winds on the street Free falling through the years But I'm still on my feet
Feeling kind of black and blue But the fresh wind is on my back No time for fair do wells Don't forget to feed the cat.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.