Diary Of An Empty Day - The Nice

There’s no particular season

To lose your wit or your reason

It comes together 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