I'm gonna tell you a story About how it was When I'm asleep And I do dream
I see him there Sitting in that chair And when I'm awake And I'm walking through the day
I see him, see him there Sitting in that chair In a house of books Blowing smoke from a pipe
But the picture blurs And that clock is rewound
The clock needs to be wound It still needs to be wound The clock needs to be wound It still needs to be wound
That's how he lived after he died That's how he lived after he died
That's how he lived after he died How he lived after he died
He died, he died, he died, he died He died, he died, he died He diedTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.