Jean's song

Jean's song

Jet - black was the life in the autum of my life
every day wasting time by useluse things
all time pressure
never alone
never time to think
endless memoris form the past
till the morningbrach ringin telephones
twice as much atention from the crouwd
entitling alle my thought

Proud; here I am back on my feet again
i can figt the world with you
everydy looking at the millin'sun
thill the last part of  you lifes
eyes will look to eachother
remind me forever of you


from pete