Teksty: Graham Coxon. Crow Sit On Blood Tree. Too Uptight.
When once there was a nothing
The voices rang so true
The knowledge that was lacking
Cut innocence in two
Everything seemed
Too good to be right
When I was 16
I was too uptight
Now disappointment's shadow
Reveals a colder time
A harder kind of living
In disillusion
How can it go
The fear of the night
Now I am grown
I'm just too uptight
A slow and noble breakdown
Of personality
Coreless, heartless, soulless
No dignity
My days are flown
And I can't recall
Feeling so alone
Was I so uptight?
Death creeps ever closer
A darkness falls in me
A scared fragmented loner
Unholy
A night with no end
An echoing sea
I'll think about me
How I'm too uptight
Coxon, Graham
Coxon, Graham
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