Writer

Everyday I write down how I feel Stop now and then to take a meal You can join me if you'd like I see you looking through the window some nights These days it comes out in a flood I take my heart and I write down all the dust It has been quiet a life Got an appetite You seem the quiet type Are you gonna stand there all day? Just standing in my way Staring at my face Like a tennis game Like a wedding day In a picture frame In a picture frame I was married once, did I tell you that? He wore white and I wore black And when they took his body away I thought "That's a shame That's an awful shame" I would have liked to see him again But I'm a writer now and everything is sunny I put down all these words for the money Here's something we could do I could spend it all on you There is no end to the shoes we could be wearing Are you gonna stand there all day? Just standing in my way Staring at my face Like a tennis game Like a wedding day In a picture frame In a picture frame Well if I'm talking too much let me know If I'm talking too much tell me so Well here's something if you're gonna say Why don't you start with your name? Well if I'm talking too much tell me so If I'm talking too much let me know Well here's something that you could say Why don't you start with your name? Why don't you start with your name?