Текст песни I Mother Earth - Three Days Old
I Mother Earth - Three Days Old слова песни
The poetry of this hangoverI don`t want to think, notToo hard anywayThe scenery and fish, they`re badTake another breath, another look and swallowHolding the hand of hard timesAnd falloutIt could be worse...my star could fallPacified by little thingsTones of beige and green seemTo halt a scream in waitingAll red eyes, all heads thinkingNo one says anything I canHear down here on the floorWhere I belongToo young to find the horsesToo young fighting causesI get overwhelmedAnd I feel three days oldAnother day goes and failsThe people lose control just `causeThings are going slowYour corduroy coat has left youJust when you`re feeling the windAnd coldThen comes a rain of old thoughtsThat always have to wreck my highAnd bring me downYou and I are not the sameYou like everythingArms wave in a spin, blown byThings I`ve hated, I`ve faded to the pointWhere I`m not all thereCurled up on the floorWhere I belong