Category: Lyrics

Who shut the door Who wouldn’t knock Who made this rope Who tied this knot Who placed the call Who never showed Who towed

If I cut you loose will you set me free This can’t be the way love’s supposed to be If I loose my crutch

If the sun refuses to rise My old friend rooster will die I’ll be seeing him as soon as I am at The place

Words like smoke in a lazy room Sheets of gray and silver gloom Into my ears please ring your tune The sound of a

Here comes psychologist. Dressed in his white coat. Oh no, no, no. Don’t take me. Here comes professor. Pushing his thick book. Oh no,

Grey and green, not black and white The heart turns stone if you hold it tight I watch the dawn put her sky to