beck wells notebook şarkı sözleri
The notebook stopped filling on a mid-March morning
It sat and gathered dust until today
And I saw and I heard
And I could not say a single word
Well, it's slow but my lips are
Starting to feel less gray
And it's not the same seat I wrote from beforehand
No, I don't believe I'll ever see that chair again
But there's something to be said
For speaking your mind outside your head
And I think I like this throne better anyway
