Texty: For The Day. Love Isn't Brains, Children.... Mean.

One of those days again
I'm writing too slow
to let my thoughts get in
this piece of paper I wanna fill
All the songs have been written
some time ago
And they're not mine
I love them still

And I'm still listening to them, trying to understand
what they mean to me
They figured it out while I'm trying to find out
what they mean to me

One day I'm gonna write a song
they have to understand
They're gonna like it - like I like all of theirs
But it will take some time
to find out - what I'm gonna write about

And I'm still...

If I don't understand it right
You won't understand mine
Get out, start your own
Show me what you mean...

And I'm still...