paroles de chanson Dishes - R. Turner

In my house, in the kitchen
I'm doing dishes
I'm doing dishes
I am alone

Nothing on my mind
Hot water, soapy knife
Then my vision starts to blur
As I look back upon my life
What have I done?

A single tear has fallen
What a pitiful thing
With the bottom of my shirt
I wipe it from my cheek
And I am strong again