Blow into this paper bag Go home and stop grinning at everyone Blow into this paper bag Go home and stop grinning at everyone It was nice when it lasted
(G) I DREAMED THAT THE GREAT JUDGEMENT (C) MORNING, HAD (G) DAWNED, AND THE TRUMPET HAD (D7) BLOWN, I (G) DREAMED THAT ALL NATIONS HAD (C) GATHERED, TO
You wait for a silence, I wait for a word Lie next to your frame, girl unobserved You change your position and you are changing me Casting these shadows
The days of wine and roses Are distant days for me I dream of the last and the next affair And of girls I'll never see And here I sit The retired writer
You line them up Look at your shoes You hang names on your wall Then you shoot them all You fly around in planes That bring you down To meet me who loves
I'm the writer got a front page cover Hot gossip 'bout who's with their latest lover I write all chapters by the second scene I call the shots, don't
In Corsica the engines blew Your favorite writer died In a car, in a crash Died in a fire, imagine that In a car, in a crash Die in a fire, imagine that
The other side of the room An empty bottle lies broken Purple faces are sure Of snow white sheets to soak in His clothes are spread around They smell
There is no time I don't mind around you All things must pass away, all things have memories Closer than their living day, no time I don't mind around
She's got a car crash for a soul through restriction and repetition I'm growing old And it doesn't feel like this Everyone doesn't know what they really
This time, you said it all, it's there in black and white The years of struggle fade in the end, the words felt right All worries are gone, you've been
You wait for a silence I wait for a word Lying next to your frame Girl unobserved You change your position You're changing me Casting these shadows Where
Sous la torture Derriere les murs Les yeux remplis d'effroi L'homme aux v?ux purs Souffre et endure Les coups sourds de la loi Noyes par les bulles rouges
Comfort is what we need, my baby Listen and I'll show you how. The side walk's the carpet And the Bushes are the wall Through the sky last night he covers
Go on leave town We can all leave town We can pack our bags Hitch a ride Burn new places down A friend once said You try harder in the end You start
There is no time out of mind around you All things must past away All things have memories, closer than their living day No time out of mind around you