Comment Reposted to your Profile Page.
Now I'm hunched over a typewriter I guess you'd call that painting in a cave And there's a word I can't remember And a feeling I cannot escape
And now my ashtray's overflowing I'm still staring at a clean white page Oh, and morning's at my window And she is sending me to bed again
If you are a songwriter, i dont understand how you could not love this song.
he's a genius
Now I'm hunched over a typewriter I guess you'd call that painting in a cave And there's a word I can't remember And a feeling I cannot escape
And now my ashtray's overflowing I'm still staring at a clean white page Oh, and morning's at my window And she is sending me to bed again
If you are a songwriter, i dont understand how you could not love this song.
he's a genius
he's a genius