Testo di Attic

Yeah, I see me laying on the attic space I don’t need anybody, I don’t need anything to say Yeah, I’m sitting, listening to Page and Plant An old guitar, a glass of wine, smoking and making plans And I’m shitting to bullshit that people say A broken heart makes you think on the other way While I’m hearing what Robinson brothers said I can calm down, restore my soul and send the anger away This ceiling with all different kinds of plagues Pieces of foam keep on falling right on my face And I’m shitting to bullshit that people say A broken heart makes you think on the other way