Backstage I cross the middle ground, Curtains up, house lights down. I sing love songs and pass myself around, But afterwards some people say They thought I put them down. They feel so bad, it doesn't matter what I say, I hope tomorrow they have a better day. They seem so trapped, they need release, They need your strong love and strange peace.
Reporters question me: is this a new direction for the young? How lamb-like their faces, how snake-like their tongues. They quote me perfectly then rewrite every word I speak. And go away convinced we are some new kind of freak. I feel so good it doesn't matter what I say, I hope tomorrow they have a better day. We're all so trapped, we need release, We need your strong love and strange peace.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
