Well, I still have a little doubt if I want to make the sounds of my feet on your porch. But I did, so will you let me in? Now I'm sitting in your kitchen and I'm begging for scraps of your intellect but I know full well that I can't control any advice that I might get. The summer's green and hazy and I can't slow down to its pace and you don't seem to be relating to all my guilt from feeling lazy. But when it's 4 AM and your window's pink and blue I will drop my thoughts because I know your melody will soon ring through. Reread those pages that you wrote and you'll find out what they mean to you. Our sketchbooks spoke a language of pictures that just sang the truth. And I've found comfort in the words of other people. Now I can go to bed and say "amen". But don't get lost in the shadow of a steeple because then you're doing someone else's praying.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
