ADULT ROCK

take me to your house

gimme something to drink

turn off the lights to be not seen

as if we were painted with invisible ink

gimme an ash-tray

take me to your room

that´s what we have been

mature lovers in bloom

we cut morning in parts

cuz it´s hard to face another dawn

with some heavy years o´er the heart

so old to restart

wake me up at seven and a half

gimme a little water to wake

open the window for the merciless sun

to burn all the mistakes we make

gimme the newspaper

take me to the bathroom

where do you hide your gun?

I´m drowning in gloom.