Days Spent Restless Songtext
von The Twelve Canons

Days spent restless
Alone in a room
Days spent drawing
This picture of you

My dear, I′ve gone cold
The stillness of water
In a bathtub unbothered
By my shivering toes


God, how the time flies
The path's mowed and the house flies
Old bottles of scotch
And the thunderous crock

Days of wine
And roses are blushing
Embarrassed by flushing
These white cheeks of mine
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