Tekstovi: Faces. Around The Plynth.

Woken up on mornings such as this
Thought exactly the same as I'm thinking now
Every night for a year I've slept alone
Cold damp room looks worse than me, no no no

Got a fear of death that creeps on every night
I know I won't die soon but then again I might
Water down the drain, I'm wasting away
Doctors can't help the ghost of a man that's me, no no

Water down the drain goes to the sea
The pattern of my life keeps a-haunting me
Moisture from the ocean fills the sky
I come on down to the ground as the time goes by, no no no

Slow down there

I never found out the reason, why?
Why my parents had to lie
About the place that I was born

Or from the hometown I was torn
At the tender age of four
I was livin' by homemade law

I never knew when it was to be laid
My desires are never displayed
I never knew what it was to be loved
I never knew what it was to be laid
I never knew what it was to win
I never knew what it was to be loved, no no no

Ah, get on up there


I never knew what it was to be laid
No no no no no no no