Peter Bruntnell - Bent out of Shape
текст песни

Bent out of shape
I shall be going down again
Knowing who I am
Doesn't help me in the end
Not for the first
Though it seems that way today
My one and only friend
Is lying dead across the page

Maybe someday
We'll get there
But where I couldn't say

They made themselves
Leaders for a day
Though the years have come and gone
They carry on that way
So we resolve
To take ourselves away
As another hungry moon
Ends another fruitless day

Maybe someday
We'll get there
Where I couldn't say

Maybe someday
We'll get there
Where I couldn't say

Bent out of shape
I shall be going down again
Knowing who I am
Doesn't help me in the end