A life as a stranger Hands through a wire Forbidden desires Are mine for life
Looking from a spiral staircase At a man with a suitcase As he shades his eyes Watching from a stained glass shelter He bides his time and thinks There must be more to life than this
A life as a stranger Hands through a wire Forbidden desires Are mine for life
The poet reads his words out loud To a make-believe crowd In the quiet of his room Careful where the tears are falling He closed the book and cried There must be more to love than this
See the boy on the walkway Where the young have their own say And it screams from the wall He's writing for the hundredth time there I hate it all but There must be more to hate than this!
A life as a stranger Hands through a wire Forbidden desires Are mine for lifeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
