Lyrics:
And again Im sitting here alone
just a bottle of beer, my cats and my guitar and myself
Noone elses here, noone to answer all the questions
The rooms just lighted by some candles on the shelf
And so Im sitting here feeling sorry for myself
Cannot be there for anyone else
Not able to come to what I miss
All I miss is an idea I can write down off the wrist
My pen hand-held Im staring at the blank paper
I lay it aside and strum random chords on my guitar
And as never expected slowly in my empty head
The first lyrics appear at the horizon very far
Slowly and hardly sensible the story gets formed
I lose my doubts while in myself I roam
And Im finding back to the place
Where all my ideas were hidden in the haze
...well all my ideas were just hidden in the haze
Nice man! I really like this! this is an original right? Good stuff. very original sound. 5*
danclintongarnett 2 years ago
Thanks a lot, man!
LeonTopia 2 years ago