Little Fish

I throw myself out of bed Throw myself in the chair And dress my two naked feet Some clothes Some bottles some books A letter with it written Words that say: My darling dear Come back to bed My darling dear There's a sweet bitter taste Running throug

I lost my way I lost myself I am hurt My luck's run out I'm here and I can't explain Why I live in nerves My records are old and my cat's dead I'm bored of the radio I'm waiting for promises Of something that never came And don't push me now I am the