The record player keeps spinning the Vinyl
black & white pictures on the walls
are beginning to talk
And the lights blink on and off
The same dark feeling of despair settles over me
during the early hours of the morning
It's a shame 'cause I've run out of whiskey
to help chase the inspiration and sleep
I desperately need
My thoughts cross to you sometimes
and I wonder where you are now
I guess you never kept that promise
as I've yet to see your name on a spine
I guess I'll go to bed now
I'll put on one more record
and muddle into the fog
These black & white pictures
are beginning to talk
And the lights blink
On and off
May 26, 2014
May 26, 2014 at 6:12 AM UTC
The record player keeps spinning the Vinyl
black & white pictures on the walls
are beginning to talk
And the lights blink on and off
The same dark feeling of despair settles over me
during the early hours of the morning
It's a shame 'cause I've run out of whiskey
to help chase the inspiration and sleep
I desperately need
My thoughts cross to you sometimes
and I wonder where you are now
I guess you never kept that promise
as I've yet to see your name on a spine
I guess I'll go to bed now
I'll put on one more record
and muddle into the fog
These black & white pictures
are beginning to talk
And the lights blink
On and off
