Diary Of An Empty Day - 2009 Digital Remaster

There's no particular season
 To lose your wit or your reason
 It comes ... without warning
 It might be today or the morning
 I can't think what to say
 My mind's a blank today
 I want to write words to this music
 But my head's all set to refuse it
 I can't think of words to this music
 No reason or rhyme to abuse it
 I can't think what to say
 My mind's a blank today
 I could write a book this way
 A diary to an empty day
 I could write a book
 Fourteen lines in fourteen days
 I could write a book
 A diary to an empty day
 I want to write words to this music
 But my head's all set to refuse it
 I can't think of words to this music
 No reason or rhyme to abuse it
 I can't think what to say
 My mind's a blank today