Glory Of Old

Lyrics
I left the flat cause it felt like a home Ordered wine and sat down to write you a poem The words came easy, the words came strong The poem would be good, the poem would be long Wine came but I didn't drink a sip I just checked I had money for the wine and for the tip Then the poem went on and about an hour past I lit a straight and had my drink at last Oh you, you who know me quite well You know that I don't live where I dwell I don't need a table, I don't need a drink All I do need is some room to think Given the waterfall, given the fuel Anything goes, anythings cool I take the world with its buildings and its trees And all its swans become my geese The river, a little stream The glory of old, a dream But you, you who know me well enough You know what it's all made of, it's all made of good stuff I kissed the cutest Greek little girl She gave me some soda and a little blue pearl I found a Roman city in southern Italy And destroyed its ruins, destroyed them totally I left a pair of black underpants In the men's room of a bar in Paris, France I slept on the beach above the Arctic Circle Woke up alive and didn't call it a miracle But you, you who know me like nobody else does You know it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter where I was
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Credits
- Writers
- Andre Herman Düne