Johnny Hates Jazz - Autumn Years - Текст песни

Picking up the pieces of my life

I wonder why the hell I ever came here

A man without a future left to face

And nothing but a memory to embrace


Holding on to threads of sanity

Imagining the roads I could have taken

It fills me with a deepening sense of shame

And outside I can hear the pouring rain


There is a place

Where in my mind I escape

And there I understand the way I feel

And deep in this world of make-believe

I will spend my autumn years with you


Sitting in this grey and sunless world

I try to come to terms with guilty feelings

A man about to pay the final price

And nothing but his breath to sacrifice


There'll be a time

When I'll be gone from your mind

A fading ghost that soon will disappear

And deep in my would of endless pain

I must face my autumn years


I'm picking up the pieces, I'm picking up the pieces

I'm picking up the pieces, I'm picking up the pieces

Picking up the pieces of my life