Miracle کے بول

Thinking about things that I miss Remembering things, I should forget Reading a book words get so high and bad Spending nights in "bar tours" Every mouth, a new brogue Now I'm home and things started To getting all better Ever and ever here Clothes dropped on the floor Coffee cops and cigarettes in my room Movies on mute from NY passing in my head I cut my moustache and look at my face But it doesn't make me younger And every old "Hey Jude" can takes me to Heaven or hell it depends the way I am Bright light's coming by everywhere It's getting my windows becoming a miracle Shinning hope every new step Getting the streets becoming a miracle Into you life becoming a miracle Into our lives to get it all better here!