Come down, another day Morning streaked on a perspex screen The screaming beaked blackbirds peck The wrecked eyes of last week's lies The sandman gets shallow sleep He tries to weep for the grown-up things One last peep for policemen A'resting in the woodland side so steep Oh and I hope I'm not going too fast for you And don't believe it when they say it's over It's not over There's an ice age due on Wednesday Overcast sky, blocks of fortune The bridges sigh, the sweethearts are blank They never thank, you know they never even try Winking at the paperboy, paperwork Overloaded portrait Let it jerk you back to yesterday That's where the curtains start to frayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
