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My ashtray's flowing over,
And the 'phone's left off the hook.
I've been staring for three hours
At the first page of a book.
Day and night I keep the curtains drawn,
And curse the very day that I was born,
And get to thinking,
How I need you,
I keep staring at my wristwatch,
Until it's ticking fills the room,
And the hollow sound reminds me
Of the silence of a tomb,
And as the ceiling and the walls close in,
And the furniture begins to spin,
I get to thinking,
How I need you,
And as the days go passing by,
And I never get a letter,
How I need you.
Days turn into weeks,
And it doesn't get much better,
How I need you.
The gaslit streets lean slowly
As I reel against the wall,
And my musty head is aching
As I stagger down the hall;
Then I fill the broken glass once more,
And fling the empty bottle to the floor,
And get to thinking,
How I need you ...
- Album:
- Prognostic
- Hero & Heroine In Ascencia
- The Broken Hearted Bride
- Burning For You
- Dragonfly
- Miscellaneous
- Strawbs
- From The Witchwood
- Bursting At The Seams
- Nomadness
- Blue Angel
- Ringing Down The Years
- Early Strawbs
- All Our Own Work
- 30 Years In Rock Classic Rock Legends
- Strawbs By Choice
- Ghosts
- Classic Strawbs
- Just A Collection Of Antiques And Curios
- Halcyon Days