Žodžiai dainai: Joe Pug. Not So Sure.

There was a time when I heard you calling out my name
But these days I?m not so sure
When the room went dark and your voice was gone, I heard you all the same
But these days I?m not so sure
I knew I could remember your bedroom and your touch
But these days I?m not so sure
Definitely was the word I used far too much
Cause these days I?m not so sure

I bummed expensive cigarettes
I wrote John Steinbeck?s books
I undressed someone?s daughter and then complained about her looks
Stealing was so easy then I wish that it still were
Now as I pick my own pocket I know these days I?m not so sure

The church was my kitchen, the world was my church
But these days I?m not so sure
The choirs I would listen, the briers I would search
But these days I?m not so sure
I sacrificed my sister, I prayed my own soul to keep
I told my dying father that a man should never weep
Breathing was so easy then I wish that it still were
Now as the breeze just makes me colder, I know these days I?m not so sure

So if you see me tripping, I?ve forgotten how to walk
and I spend my days wishing after her
My steps are without rhythm and her name is drawn in chalk
as these days I?m not so sure
I drank my wine for breakfast every morning I was born
in the black electric winter my back was always warm
Sleeping was so easy then I wish that it still were
Now in my sleepless bedroom, I know these days I?m not so sure.