On this here street where I do sit There lives a man we can't forgive His felony was jealousy An impossible personality And if you think it's you then let me know He wasn't rich and he wasn't poor Oh how he longed for so much more At night he dreams of buccaneers Pirate ships and privateers And if you think it's you then let me know His window was his favorite seat For watching history repeat Was he cursed or was he blessed? In the end well he confessed And if you think it's you then let me know This is what he said "The warning signs are on my wall There's no feelin' anymore Has it always been like this? Signed and sealed without a kiss Well, I know it's there It's just something that I missed" And through the tears of madness, souvenirs of sadness Is all he sees, all he sees Oh how do I begin to end this tale? Of a time when all was well And he'd laze on summer days Down by the lake where the seagulls play What a way to waste his days! Who is to blame? Have I been framed? Yeah, who is to blame? Have I been framed? (For the death of these days) For the death of these days (For the death of these days) For the death of these days (For the death of these days) For the death of these days (For the death of these days) For the death of these days © DELABEL MUSIC PUBLISHING (UK) LTD; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com