Demons appear without any warning
They stare at me like in mourning
All those noises are silently heard
Much preferring the early singing bird
Try my bike knowing I can’t play
Best go for a walk looking for Rose’
Keeping active is such a cover up
Look at Stu he’s such a crazy nut
On a guitar is it just a show
Me myself and I, we say no
27th July 1964
Until when, I don’t fucking know
Stay away
Free my day
Talk to me
Let me free
Today is again, it’s just a gain.
