Autumn
My New Time
I hate it here
Pillow of shame, blanket of lies
warms the primitive
I hate it here
in this new year, with the sun
new in my skies
Broken glass on corroded brass,
it tells a time
A new time, gentlemen
Blinding glance, raise my glass
to my new time
I'm naked here
I'm in the blind, in blinding cold
Not a shiver
moves the primitive
I hate it here
in this new year, with the sun
new in my skies
Dead weight on my shoulders, sir
A mule of circumstance
Am I this blind?
Can I not see this?
Letras de cancionesAm I blinded into seeing
nothing real?
Cry in your pillows,
swallow that pride
Keep your blankets
for these colder nights
in the new year
My new year
My new time, gentlemen
From Letras Mania