You always say you want to create things like I do You want to move the world with colour and sound You like the idea of translating an expression from your fingertips Now I didn't much like that face that you put on your canvas And I couldn't help but say to you I said that I looked sad You turned and sincerely asked 'Well why do you feel that way'?
I'm not like you, but I'm a lot like you And still you make me bleed confusion right through
Now I've seen you lie with your head pressed to the window pane You exhale and trace your fathers name in to your breath I never knew him but you tell me that you smile the same way And I often wonder how men spoke before they could speak Using only their hands and their eyes What would I say if I could speak with you that way?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
