Текст песни Johnny Hates Jazz - Autumn Years
Johnny Hates Jazz - Autumn Years слова песни
Picking up the pieces of my lifeI wonder why the hell I ever came hereA man without a future left to faceAnd nothing but a memory to embraceHolding on to threads of sanityImagining the roads I could have takenIt fills me with a deepening sense of shameAnd outside I can hear the pouring rainThere is a placeWhere in my mind I escapeAnd there I understand the way I feelAnd deep in this world of make-believeI will spend my autumn years with youSitting in this grey and sunless worldI try to come to terms with guilty feelingsA man about to pay the final priceAnd nothing but his breath to sacrificeTherell be a timeWhen Ill be gone from your mindA fading ghost that soon will disappearAnd deep in my would of endless painI must face my autumn yearsIm picking up the pieces, Im picking up the piecesIm picking up the pieces, Im picking up the piecesPicking up the pieces of my life