Текст песни Bukowski

Bukowski's growing old This coffee's getting cold I guess I'll never know Why you closed the window Start reading Hemingway Start drinking cups of Earl Grey Then I guess maybe one day I'll be yours forever I'm the best book you'll never read You make me feel like Jimmy Dean You make me feel like Morrisey When you undress from your best dress To keep warm, I'll bring a sweater You can have mine, it looks better And honestly, you can take it home To keep warm, I'll bring a sweater You can have mine, it looks better And honestly, you can take it home We'll take blankets to stay safe I'll do my best to stay out of your way Then I guess maybe one day I'll be yours forever I'll introduce you to clarity Teach you the words to the sound of settling Make you watch high fidelity On a sunday, maybe one day To keep warm, I'll bring a sweater You can have mine, it looks better And honestly, you can take it home To keep warm, I'll bring a sweater You can have mine, it looks better And honestly, you can take it home You can take it home To keep warm, I'll bring a sweater You can have mine, it looks better And honestly, you can take it home