Testi musica canzoni

Day after day, love turns grey
Like the skin of a dying man and
Night after night, we pretend its all right
But I have grown older and
You have grown colder and
Nothing is very much fun anymore

And I can feel one of my turns coming on
I feel, cold as a razor blade
Tight as a tourniquet
Dry as a funeral drum,
Run to the bedroom, in the suitcase on the left
You'll find my favourite axe
Don't look so frightened

This is just a passing phase
One of my bad days
Would you like to watch T.V?
Or get between the sheets?
Or contemplate the silent freeway?
Would you like something to eat?
Would you like to learn to fly? Would you.
Would you like to see me try?
Would you like to call the cops?
Do you think it's time I stopped?
Why are you running away