Charlie, you're not my Charlie anymore. You're screwing it up. You're killing your soul. With an audience looking on. . If I hadn't left early last night.
" There was the stage. Two red lights and a dodgy P.A. You trod the planks way back then. And it's strange that you're. Here again - here again ". . " And I wish , I wish I knew the right words.
Well there's a band on every corner. But I'm not in one. I hate three out of every four of them. But I haven't got a gun. I was ten hours asleep. But I stayed in my room.