It’s amazing how I find it so hard to write When I’ve got so much to say I find it confusing to get the tune sweet When all the I write is sour
SO READ INTO WHAT YOU WILL BUT THERE IS A POWER NO SUPERNATURAL BEHAVOIUR BUT IT HAS ALL TURNED SOUR
See I can’t write at all The vowels and constanants are stuck in my brain But when I’m in this kind of mood I find it so easy to sing with my guitar But all the words will be sour
SO READ INTO WHAT YOU WILL BUT THERE IS A POWER NO SUPERNATURAL BEHAVOIUR BUT IT HAS ALL TURNED SOUR
I don’t try to be de-de-depressing It just all seems to turn out sad And theres a sadness that I’m su-su-supressing Let it all sway
See nothing I write will make much sense to you anyway I’ve got to find a new theme Something to make mister Buckley proud, in his grave And maybe something less sour.