Testo di Diary Of An Empty Day

There's no particular season To lose your wit or your reason It comes without warning It might be today or the morning I can't think what to say My mind's a blank today I want to write words to this music But my head's all set to refuse it I can't think of words to this music No reason or rhyme to abuse it I can't think what to say My mind's a blank today I could write a book this way A diary to an empty day I could write a book Fourteen lines in fourteen days I could write a book A diary to an empty day I want to write words to this music But my head's all set to refuse it I can't think of words to this music No reason or rhyme to abuse it I can't think what to say My mind's a blank today