Someone Still Loves You Boris Yeltsin - Letter Divine

 

I?ve been feeling left out
Things are passing me by
And i don?t know why
What?s that feeling about
If i could figure it out
Then we?d all be fine
As i get older and days unfold
How come i don?t feel my age

Starin? at the empty pages
Starin? myself blind
Workin? on a letter, a letter divine
The nightlong drunken rages
Rollin? up a leaf of kind
Workin? on a letter, a letter divine

Work my way down the facade to a golden stream
Is it just a dream
Fake the accent and plod into the chocolate cream
With a laser beam
Laid on the alter in velvet robes
Pen in hand as a mage

Conjuring one for the ages
Somethin? for them all to find
Workin? on a letter, a letter divine
Summon the wisdom of sages
And make every last word rhyme
Workin? on a letter divine

Just summon the wisdom of sages
But only ever half the time
Workin? on a letter divine