Not my home, never ever will be A prison, no dear privacy none at all Pockets filled with lint nothing to replace it with Just my hands while I'm sitting here
Clock hands wash away the hours
Something grabbed a hold of my soul Things just seem so empty as of late I can't feel that the wheel will never move again I can only wait through these times Rain when will it come? Rain when will it come?
Work, dance that I do, will it summon the clouds? Frown will I cast off this grey sullen shroud? Gears will they move grinding turning away? Questions that I ask through these dreadful days Rain, when will it come? Rain, when will it come? I can't feel that the wheel will never move again I can only wait through these times
Glasses filled with melting ice and liquor Ashtrays soon to be combed over
Rolling swirls of smoke do twirl Through beams of evening sunTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
