Sinead O′Connor - Black Coffee

Текст песни Black Coffee

(P.F. Webster / S. Burke)
I′m feelin′mighty lonesome,
haven′t slept a wink
I walk the floor and watch
the door and in between
I drink black coffee
Love′s hand me down broom
I′ll never know a Sunday
In this weekday room
I′m talkin′ to the shadows
One o′clock till four
And Lord, how slow
the moments go
When all I do is pour
black coffee
Since the blues caught my eye
I′m hangin′out on Monday
my Sunday dreams to dry
Now a man is born to go a lovin′
A woman′s born to weep and fret
To stay at home and
tend her over
And drown het past regrets
in coffee and cigarettes!