
and how I miss my bed
and why it's so hard to fall in love
and that I miss the time
when I was'nt a slave of work

and the gasolin from the boats drifting on it...

...
:)
...and I went to bed without a thought of what you never said... Your life is a ship in a bottle ...and... I'm trying to shake it... Trying to move the waves in your heart, turning it back to what you once said...