I must be going through a metamorphosis Pre-senile dementia or some kind of psychosis I don't even care about rock and roll All my old favourites seem tired and old My whole collection now feels like a waste I'm losing my sense of taste
I must be going through a huge transition I noticed last night at an exhibition I found myself feeling nostalgic and sad Like the best of the culture's been had Beardsley, Rothko and the modern S.Clays I'm not interested in art these days
I must be going through a terrible shift You say ‘elevator' and I call it a ‘lift' We speak the same language But neither do well Spout utter nonsense about fish to sell I'm losing my sense of smell I'm losing my sense of smell
I must be going through the motions at best I thought of you so much that it caused me unrest But I realise should you bother to call I'd probably just leave the phone to ring off the wall The beginning, the middle, the end must be nearing Or maybe I'm losing my sense of hearing I'm losing my sense of hearingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
