These are the hands of a tired man, This is the old man's shroud, These are the eyes of the blood crazed tiger... Staring at the maddening crowd, This is the face of a teenage mother, This is the child she bears, This is the soul of her broken lover, Searching for the smiles they shared, These are the feet of the punished pilgrim And in his book of punished love, You see his eyes, You see no surprise... Waiting for a lie that's true.
Everybody hits you with this feeling Nobody seems to understand You stop, you look... You're searching for the meaning of love (Wasting your life away)
These are the dreams of a sleeping father And in his long lost days, He sees a child... He sees his eyes... Waiting for the price he's paid These are the tears of a fallen idol, And in his smile of shattered love, You see his eyes... You see no surprise... You just see lights then realise
Everybody hits you with this feeling Nobody seems to understand You stop, you look... You're searching for the meaning of love (Wasting your life away)
Here with you There's no one here like you And no one moves like you Nobody touches like you
Everybody hits you with this feeling Nobody seems to understand You stop, you look... You're searching for the meaning of love
Everybody hits you with this feeling Nobody seems to understand You stop, you look... You're searching for the meaning of love
Everybody hits you with this feeling Everybody hits you And everybody knocks you down You stop, you look... You're searching for the meaning You stop, you look... Everybody hits you with this feeling Everybody hits you And everybody knocks you downTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
