Текст песни Words Are

I use to bring my old book As use to bring my pen... blue I seat in the car Watching the sky... blue... I took a cigar, And smoke it all through The lines of my old book The words are The only way I have to Complain about my self with you And I use to heart my self when... I use to write about them... The times that I pass, Writing my old book The memories I have Are all inside them... The lines of my old book The words are The only way I have to Complain about my self with you I seat in the car Watching the sky... blue I took a cigar And smoke it all through The lines of my old book The words are The only way I have to Complain about my self with you