Out on the street, dead on my feet At the mercy of the stone-cold night It's hard to compete, in a dead-end street With frustration in your line of sight Do you ever stop and think Do you ever stop at all Do you have the time to feel And if you do, do you know the feeling's real
Followed a sign that pointed the way And I found myself right back at the start I like to feel good, I've tried feeling sad But I can't stand a broken heart Don't wanna wait till my dyin' day To realise I guess I'm lucky in a strange kind of way 'Cause it's clear before my eyes
A grey cloud they say hides a surprise But it rained until I lost my belief Just close your eyes and we'll show you the way But I believe I've lost my faith One man speaks and one man does while another soul wields the sword I hear you all but I still can't see just who it is Who speaks the chosen wordTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
