I got a sandstorm blowin' in my head I'm seein' many colours but the only one That's comin' through is red And it's stoppin' me dead, tryin' to make some tracks But my feet are feelin' like a lead Stop being blead Stop being blead
Oh, my things arn't the same Anyone could see that if I stayed much longer I'd be tamed We stopped playin' games I'm not pointin' fingers but I'm not gonna take the blame Playin' all your games Takin' all your blames
I said, oh no, I don't even care I guess I'll be seeing you I guess I'll be leaving you today We're just not a pair I know you've been tryin' but I just can't bear to tell a lie Stop tellin' me your lies Stop tellin' me your lies
Let me take you by the hand Try to understand You walk me to a land Try to understand That I ain't nothing but a man
I got a sandstorm blowin' in my head I'm seein' many colours but the only one That's comin' through is red You know how we feel We can't go on pretending and we've just gotta fix the deal Gotta make it real Gotta make it realTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
