Imagine, the girls around town assemble The traveler’s son they come askin’ Where he came from ‘Cause they’ve watched him Washing his face near the pond A curious boy and they wonder Where he came from
He says: “I, I have seen the world’s most beautiful places, Still I feel, as If I’m a walking machine, Watching it all through a screen There is nothing in between to me This might as well not be real”
Imagine, the girls take him up on a hill It’s an Indigo night, there’s a chill The boy is confused but he’s still As they gather around him So many of them, they all sing About the pleasures of life
And he cries: "Why can’t I sing along with some feeling, or some meaning? It feels like I’ve always been blind. I don’t know why you girls are so kind, For there are so many in line Whose lives aren’t as lost as mine”
Now something happened there, The smell of the grass, or maybe the air There was no more despair Just something about that night Maybe the girls, they lit some light, And made everything right ‘Cause he’s never been More aliveTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
