Текст песни Song Without Warning - David Harley

This is my box of dreams, my nest of nightmares
Words and lines and verses in a cage
Fragments of conversation
Thoughts that barely made the page

Some days, I think someday I'll write them
All the verses in vitro in this room
Someday these little birds will find the way to fly away
They won't need me anymore and they'll be gone

Sometimes I call myself a writer
Though I'm afraid I might have lost the paperwork
Till they tap me on the shoulder and remind me
My poetic licence hasn't been revoked

When my last song has been written
When I've picked my last chord
My box of dreams will still be here
Overflowing still with orphaned words

For every song without warning
That somehow made it to be heard
There'll still be all these scraps of recollection
Thoughts and dreams that never found their words

Sometimes I call myself a writer
Though I'm afraid I might have lost the paperwork
Till they tap me on the shoulder and remind me
My poetic licence hasn't been revoked