Текст песни Patty Griffin - I Write the Book
Patty Griffin - I Write the Book слова песни
I`m over here and it`s coldI`m writing recipes for growing oldGrowing old, mean and aloneOh, baby, pick up the phoneThis pain in my heartHas been with me through the agesAnd I walk IT around like a very old friendIt goes everywhere I goIt`s been everywhere I`ve beenThere`s something shiny in my pocketIt`s the key to my heartWhy don`t you unlock it?I write the book on lonelinessI write the poem on painI`m the obituary in the newspaperLying out in the pouring rainIt used to be, babe, good between usI don`t know how to explainWe used to be Adonis and VenusNow we`re the water flowing down the drainDon`t wanna be badDon`t wanna lieDon`t wanna make you madAnd I don`t wanna dieKnowing we`re apart for the rest of our livesCuts through me like a knifeI been eating your crops like a big old locustNow I wanna be a little more in focusI write the book on lonelinessI write the poem on painI`m the obituary in the newspaperLying out in the pouring rainMUSICAL BREAKI write the book on lonelinessI write the poem on painI`m the obituary in the newspaperLying out in the pouring rainOh...And the obit....ohAnd the obit....ohAnd the obit....everydayWhoa, oh oh, oh, oh ah...I write the book