Wrote this poem called, 'The Floods Roll On' He said, this ain't yours Where'd you get it from? You must have stole it from a book, oh yeah You must have stole it from a book. 'Cause you ain't frail You ain't beautiful And I don't fancy you at all You'd be a ruin If looks could kill 23A, Swan Hill Stiff with rage, screaming at the sky Innocence breaks Says she wants to die I'm assuming I'm alive, oh yeah I'm assuming I'm alive She pushes and she pulls My legs go weak In fascinating terror The whole world moves And I'm standing still In 23A Swan Hill And it's always raining And you never ask why You never give yourself a shot You just sit and watch your life go by Kicking stones at a still life Want to pull it down, slash it, slash it There must be some way out here There must be some way out here This ain't right, there must be more to life Than breaking and entering Doing people's heads in alcohol, nicotine Thinking what I might have been You would be a ruin If looks could kill 23A, Swan Hill And the whole world moves And I'm standing still In 23A, Swan Hill And I will And I will And I will And I will In 23A, Swan Hill And I will And I will And I will And I will In 23A, Swan Hill And I will And I will And I will And I will In 23A, Swan Hill © JESSE JOHN MUSIC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com