Lag og texti: Mike Pollock
Empty bottle on the floor,
the room keeps spinning.
Eyes glued to the ceiling
he can’t stop grinning
45 on the desk,
her picture by the door.
It’s a shame that she don’t come
around no more.
He lights another cigarette
and pulls the shade.
He wanted to be loved,
but he was afraid.
Now his heart lies open
like a festering sore.
It’s a same….
He scratches his head
and looks up at the clock
he don’t understand it
and he wishes it would stop
his sensitivity burns him
right to the core.
It’s a same….
He’s got the radio on full
the people next door are complaining
his mind’s a million miles away
and he can’t hear a word they’re saying.
He’s gonna have the police
knocking on the door.
It’s a same…..
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Í flutningi annara á eftirtöldum útgáfum
- Mike Pollock - Take me back (1981)
- Mike Pollock - World citizen (2004)