Summer's gone I overslept and woke up to the chill of fall Overworked and now I'm all used up This TV haze sucks me through I watch the world from me inside Overworked and now I'm all used up Final drag fills my lungs and makes me high They fill up as I bottom out Steering wheels, watch them driving driving With some place to go, I'd steer myself But I don't have a route Looking onto men, no ice cream man Beaches filled with sand While the TV trays, wasted summer days Slowly slipping away But you're so little help when days are slow And I'm down inside, I'll have to go You're so little help when mine's is slow When I'm down inside Summer's gone I overslept and woke up to the chill of fall Overworked and now I'm all used up This TV haze, sucks me through I watch the world from me inside Overworked and now I'm all used up Looking onto men, no ice cream man Beaches filled with sand While the TV trays, wasted summer days Slowly slipping away But you're so little help when days are slow When I'm down inside, I have to go You're so little help when your's is slow When I'm down inside I'm down inside I'm down inside I'm down inside © WHERE I'M CALLING FROM MUSIC; EMI BLACKWOOD MUSIC INC.; SHOVE IT UP YOUR SONGS; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com