Walking `round the room singin stormy weather at 57 Mt. Pleasant ST.Now it´s same room but everything´s different you can fight the sleep but not the dream things ani´t cooking in my kitchen strange affiction wash over me Julius Caesar and the roman empire coudn´t conquer the blue sky there´s a small boat made of china going nowhere on the mantelpiece do I lie like a loungeroom lizard or do I sing like a bird released everywhere you go you always take the weather with you |