Woorden: Black Crowes. Croweology. Under A Mountain.

Never a heaven an age old question
Written from a cold place
I gotta feel sour, I need a shower
Or just a slap in the face

Circumstance has left romance
And a puzzle in front of me
Who knows the ending
If the truth need bending
A lie is the tool that you'll need

So, I'm under a mountain
Stuck to this mattress
Perfume and Valium

What makes a Sunday different from Monday
Could be a look in her eyes
In need of flattery she changes batteries
So that her light will still shine

The words she utters, either flow or they stutters
They're either silly or wise
Anger with concern but never to yearn
Only to be by your side

So, I'm under a mountain
Stuck to this mattress
Perfume and Valium yeah

Lay down with number 13
It's a cold gray shame
Lay down with number 13
It's a cold gray shame

So, I'm under a mountain
Stuck to this mattress
Perfume and Valium
Oh what a lovely contraction

So, I'm under a mountain
Stuck to this mattress
Perfume and Valium oh