Song | An Old Scab |
Artist | Crash Test Dummies |
Album | A Worm's Life |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Roberts | |
I sit each morning | |
Look at my empty notebook | |
The room is quiet | |
The air conditioning sounds like rain falling | |
Manic-depressive composer robert schumann | |
When he could not write | |
He'd get down on his knees and he would pray for help | |
It's not as bad as eating your own liver | |
But still, i'd like to think that there are better methods | |
I try to tackle the page that lay before me | |
But then i drift off and think about the concept of ben-wah balls | |
I rouse myself and i finish washing dishes | |
Make lists of errands | |
Make all my phone calls | |
And then i pray for help | |
But each time i try to make a fresh stab | |
I end up just picking at an old scab |
zuo ci : Roberts | |
I sit each morning | |
Look at my empty notebook | |
The room is quiet | |
The air conditioning sounds like rain falling | |
Manicdepressive composer robert schumann | |
When he could not write | |
He' d get down on his knees and he would pray for help | |
It' s not as bad as eating your own liver | |
But still, i' d like to think that there are better methods | |
I try to tackle the page that lay before me | |
But then i drift off and think about the concept of benwah balls | |
I rouse myself and i finish washing dishes | |
Make lists of errands | |
Make all my phone calls | |
And then i pray for help | |
But each time i try to make a fresh stab | |
I end up just picking at an old scab |
zuò cí : Roberts | |
I sit each morning | |
Look at my empty notebook | |
The room is quiet | |
The air conditioning sounds like rain falling | |
Manicdepressive composer robert schumann | |
When he could not write | |
He' d get down on his knees and he would pray for help | |
It' s not as bad as eating your own liver | |
But still, i' d like to think that there are better methods | |
I try to tackle the page that lay before me | |
But then i drift off and think about the concept of benwah balls | |
I rouse myself and i finish washing dishes | |
Make lists of errands | |
Make all my phone calls | |
And then i pray for help | |
But each time i try to make a fresh stab | |
I end up just picking at an old scab |