Her Diary
She writes down her lines
There aren't many words about me
Could be thinking these days of
A different space, as she said
Pages, pages on the floor
Writing lyrics close to her
She writes down her lines
There aren't many words about me
Could be thinking these days of
A different space, as she said
Pages, pages on the floor
Writing lyrics close to her
Like a secret in her past
Normal feelings coming back
She didn't need too many things
Something to hold. Something to write
And I dont need an explanation
When it began was easy to stay
If I look back, there's nothing unfair
And I don't need an explanation at all
And now the painted sun
Is not our common background
And now the stars on the wall
They aren't shining for me anymore
Pages pages on the floor
Writing lyrics close to her
Like a secret in her past
Normal feelings coming back
She didn't need too many things
Something to hold. Something to write
And I dont need an explanation
When it began was easy to stay
If I look back there's nothing unfair
And I don't need an explanation
I can't think with clarity
Figures looking blurred to me
I am starting to be sick of trying
Her diary has other friends
Her diary has other songs
Her diary is not the same as mine
She didn't need too many things
Something to hold. Something to write
And I dont need an explanation
When it began was easy to stay
If I look back there's nothing unfair
And I don't need an explanation
I can't think with clarity
Figures looking blurred to me
I am starting to be sick of trying
