A whole day of dirty looks, I spent it sorting books
The weather outside here looks so stormy and grey
October
October stormy night
Recording
October
I'm serious, there's too much books
It's messy, so why complain?
The feeling I have is nice, just like the old days
Too bad I can't say a thing
But I've got a tune to sing
It's messy, but why complain?
These feelings are so nice
October
October stormy night
October