In my room
we're at the end of the harm
I sit and stare at the wall
each day's just like the last
for I lived in the past
In my room
where every night is the same
I play a dangerous game
I keep pretending he's late
And I sit and I wait
All the day is the picture
we took when he made me his bride
All the day is the charm way
he held me whenever I cried
All the day by the window
the flowers he left...
...I won't die!
In my room
we're at the end of the harm
I sit at I stare at the wall
hating how lonely I've growned
all alone
in my room...
1 | These Boots Are Made For Walkin' |
2 | Sugar Town |
3 | Jackson |
4 | Summer Wine |
5 | It's For My Dad |
6 | Things |
7 | End Of The World |
8 | Sand |
9 | Friday's Child |
10 | Day Tripper |