You're a closed book, and I can't read your meaning Written in your sullen look, as you stand up there screaming And I lie awake wondering talking in my head Is it real, is any of it more than me? Or am I a dead man walking?
There's a dreadful fish, and through my blood-stream swimming Whispering your written words, the worst of which I'm dreaming And I stand and raise an empty glass to your wisdom unexplained Is it real, is any of it more than me Have the words and letters changed
There's a reason well that we don't turn your pages Locked up in your chosen hell, you've rolled the rock of ages And I turn and face a camera with the focus ever shifting Is it real, is any of it more than me Are we more than lost souls drifting
At least I came, didn't I And I was there, wasn't I And now I'm here, aren't I And what more can you look for In these eyes, in these eyes, in these eyes of mine
So I lie awake wondering And I turn and face a camera And I stand and raise an empty glass
So I lie awake wondering, talking in my head Is it real, is any of it more than me? Or am I dead man walking Is it real, is any of it more than me? Or am I dead man walking Is it real, is any of it more than me? Or am I dead man walkingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
