got a notebook full of words
right next to my mac
a glass of wine too
just to chill my head
now, what the fuck happened to you
I guess you had no sense of pride
when all you did was hide
a washed out bedroom
and a ceiling free of stars
seeing your future
remain in the past
a roaming engine
burning on fuel
from decades ago
a spark in the night
if you think it would work better
I don´t know
what you gather, I´m told
is yours
and what I gather
is mine
give me something
to believe in
tell me something
worth listening to
show me something
worth putting my eyes on
and I´ll give it to you
as well
got a notebook full of words
right next to my mac
a glass of wine too
just to chill my head
years and years it took
my head I shook
to read a book
not written
is always hard
if you look at it
from the soft side
give me something
to believe in
tell me something
worth listening to
show me something
worth putting my eyes on
and I´ll give it to you
as well
