Black Coffee — текст песни (Sinead O`Connor)

(P.F. Webster / S. Burke)

I`m feelin`mighty lonesome,
haven`t slept a wink
I walk the floor and watch
the door and in between
I drink black coffee
Love`s hand me down broom
I`ll never know a Sunday
In this weekday room
I`m talkin` to the shadows
One o`clock till four
And Lord, how slow
the moments go
When all I do is pour
black coffee
Since the blues caught my eye
I`m hangin`out on Monday
my Sunday dreams to dry
Now a man is born to go a lovin`
A woman`s born to weep and fret
To stay at home and
tend her over
And drown het past regrets
in coffee and cigarettes!
I`m moanin` all the mornin`
And mournin` all the night
And in between it`s nicotine
And not much heart to fight
black coffee
Feelin`low as the ground
It`s drivin` me crazy
This waiting for my baby
To maybe come around