I use to bring my old book As use to bring my pen… blue I seat in the car Watching the sky… blue… I took a cigar, And smoke it all through The lines of my old book
The words are The only way I have to Complain about my self with you
And I use to heart my self when… I use to write about them… The times that I pass, Writing my old book The memories I have Are all inside them… The lines of my old book
The words are The only way I have to Complain about my self with you
I seat in the car Watching the sky… blue I took a cigar And smoke it all through The lines of my old book
The words are The only way I have to Complain about my self with you