paroles de chanson Lovely - Johnny Manchild and the Poor Bastards

Settling into my weaknesses
The fall of man and brethren will be at my own hand
I stand alone to be my own self destruction
I'm losing grasp of things that matter to the chatter of the winds
The things that pass, harassing me and masking my ability
To know just what I'm doing singing

Songs to kill the loneliness away
Write another and it's all okay
Friends will pass, who needs them anyway?
Working down my hands from dark to day
Ain't it so lovely?

Something's missing, wishing I could be
In control, emotional and reckless, feckless, make myself
A tool to deconstruct the ties to those I love, I
Find it hard to know just where I stand
Vicarious, my command is overthrown by my own hand
I watch in horror powerless to my own mind and

Everything is slipping through my hands
Losing all the ones I call my friends
Drinking up my time, I'm 'round the bend
Drawing closer to my youthful end
God it's so lovely

Ain't it so lovely?