John takes a seat so he can wind his watch Not workin' any more, but it's so good to touch It's the only solid evidence of what he's done and seen It helps him to remember his past life was not a dream Used to tell the time when he was young But time means nothin' now, he has a clear view of the sun
John stopped me on the street today He didn't have that much to say I said I had to get to work But he begged me to stay There was a look in his eyes I'd never seen before I couldn't walk away, I knew I wouldn't see him any more
Bummed a smoke, Looked off in space a while Then he looked into my eyes And unleashed a fleeting smile
"Dennis, it's so good to see you You have no idea Just how bad it's getting on the street I try to hide away, but they find me every day And I'm so fuckin' tired of the heat
Yeah, I'm so fuckin' tired of the heat"
Yesterday I heard the news They sent me a letter Said it was suicide But, yesterday I heard the news They sent me a letter Said it was suicide But I know better
Said it was suicide But I know betterTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
