Woke up with a war in my head An old man's grumble And an extra space in the bed And if ol' John Prine can't sing the next line 'Bout something that can make me smile Gonna have to be content To stare at your baby photos till it makes some sense Were you ever mine anyway Speak up as i drop away I wrote down what i think on the head of a matchstick Wrote it all short and sweet all, all that makes sense to me Burnt six thousand minds, sorry for all the times I just can't add up the sums to find the damage we've done I fell for you like a doll from a tree Keep a straight stitched face As the ground makes a bed for me I keep my eye where i fell, sends no replies That you're never at home for the fun I can't make excuses For the shorthand abuses Thank god it ain't a Sunday night I wrote down what i think on the head of a matchstick Wrote it all short and sweet all, all that makes sense to me Burnt six thousand minds, sorry for all the times I just can't add up the sums to find the damage we've done I wrote down what i think on the head of a matchstick Wrote it all short and sweet, all that makes sense to me Buring out in the lights, sorry for all times I just can't see how it comes The damage we've done The damage we've done The damage we've done Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com