You arrived as I was leaving You were filled with that popular feeling I could tell by the walk I have heard about the walk Think to yourself, like when you’re in bed Something clobbered me in the head Am I ready to leave, you said I have exhausted this view I have exhausted this view I was flattered but ambivalent I was captive and I was spent I was wounded the other day But you You couldn’t see me: I’m really me Of all the stories I’ve heard The one with the injured bird Seems to me most true It seems to me most true You kept it warm, and safe in a box A grass and old shattered bent cardboard box Then you let the cat over the fence It doesn’t get any better than this It doesn’t get any better than this I was wounded the other day But you You couldn’t see me: I'm really meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
