31.8.05

Poema de: Classix Nouveaux

Guilty

Don't say a word, I know what you're thinking
It's plain to see
I see my opportunities shrinking
In front of me
I know you've made up your mind
But don't say
Although I know of no crime
It's the same

Guilty, guilty, you've found me guilty...

I wonder why you haven't the time for
The reasons why
To hear the truth might alter your mind or
Open your eyes
I know you've made up your mind... Guilty...

Classix Nouveaux, Night People, 1981