I'm no Hemingway in Paris Sketching stories in the rain I don't dream in masterpieces No I drown it in champagne I thought we'd make it to the end I thought I'd be a better person than I am
I'm no Dylan in the Village Putting typewriters to shame I've got stacks of empty paper I've got nothing to my name I want to tell you how I feel I wish my heart was not afraid of what is real
And oh, if I find myself again, will my soul be disappointed in my skin? And oh, if I find my revolution, will I be triumphant or will I be ruined? I hate I'm leaving you, with no words left to say...
I'm no Joni in the canyon Painting pictures with my voice I'm not out back picking flowers No I'm screaming at the choice I thought I'd love you to the end I thought I'd be fucking better than I am
I'm no Hemingway in Paris But I'm drunk to say the least Thought if I could find some distance In the silence, I'd find peace But I'm still fighting in this war When I know victory ain't what I'm looking for
And oh, if I find myself again, will my soul be disappointed in my skin? And oh, if I find my revolution, will I be triumphant or will I be ruined?
And oh, if I find myself again, will my soul be disappointed in my skin? And oh, if I find my revolution, will I be triumphant or will I be ruined? I hate I'm leaving you, with no words left to say...
There's no slip of the tongue, when I don't have one A vacant declaration as a vision of the end I'm in Oak Park, Illinois, dreaming about the rue du Cardinal Broken Merlot bottle catching sunrise on an edge I'm no Hemingway, I'm no Dylan, I'm no Joni, I'm just speechless Baby I'm no Hemingway, I'm no Dylan, I'm no Joni, I'm just speechless Baby I'm no Hemingway, I'm no Dylan, I'm no Joni, I'm just speechless BabyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
