Archivi della categoria:06-04-2025

di Bassett, Smith

SHINEDOWN

I painted your room at midnight
So I’d know yesterday was over
I put all your books on the top shelf
Even the one with the four leaf clover
Man I’m getting older

I took all your pictures off the wall
And I wrapped them in a newspaper blanket
I haven’t slept in what seems like a century
And now I can barely breathe

Just like the crow chasing the butterfly
Dandelions lost in the summer sky
When you and I were gettin’ high as outer space
I never thought you would slip away
I guess I was just a little too late…