I don't mean harm.
I don't mean wrong.
I love this house like the family.
But the same old mirror,
in the same old hall,
shows old reflections of me.
Deads, deads from across the sea,
Wish you could be here with me.
Photographs and magazines,
kept in boxes and in tins,
And things have passed the time away.
Books to read, no toys to play.
Addicts to live yesterday,
Where I'd pass my time today.
I've gotta get away from the family,
Though they say they love me.
Gotta find myself new company,
Gotta do that just for me.
Gotta get away from the family,
Though they say they love me.
Gotta find myself new company,
Gotta do that just for me.
Can't remember any other home,
Than the one I've lived in here.
I can't remember any other street,
Than the one outside here.
Same room, same bed, same chimney,
The same pictures are looking at me.
Same curtains in the hallway,
Where we used to play.
There's things have passed the time away.
Books to read, no toys to play.
Addicts to live yesterday,
Where I'd pass my time today.
I've gotta get away from the family,
Though they say they love me.
Gotta find myself new company,
Gotta do that just for me.
I've gotta get away from the family,
Though they say they love me.
Gotta find myself new company,
I've gotta do that just for me.
I've gotta get away from the family,
Though they say they love me.
I've gotta find myself new company,
I've gotta do that just for me.
I've gotta get away from the family,
Though they say they love me.
I've gotta find myself new company,
Gotta do that just for me.