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Oh, well, the silence in this house |
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It echoes in this house |
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Though I pull myself together |
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Say, "Today, I will get out" |
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The world, it changed without me |
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Well, you should hear what I've been told |
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The streets I see are blasphemy |
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Lined with paper cups and gold |
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And in some dream, I think |
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That every word I dare to speak |
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Well, someone's always leaning over me |
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Well, lean all over me |
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A giant vision in the distance |
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We'll chase that rainbow down |
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I hear a pound, pound, pounding in my chest |
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I hear a knock, a knocking sound |
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Oh, it's the slivers flowing through my veins |
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It's a sign that I'm alive |
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You're lucky, oh, my friend, so lucky |
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You're lucky just to be alive |
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As words go turning by |
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I wish they'd all come clear |
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In this room |
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Another lonely afternoon |
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A lonely afternoon |
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A lonely afternoon |
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A lonely afternoon |
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I can count the lonely days |
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I get by, as they go by |
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Standing in the stairway by this room |
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By this room |
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They've held me down for long enough |
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Like a flower, I need to grow |
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The frail and tender heart |
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Been shipwrecked with a fool |
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Oh, feeling so abused, well, sometimes |
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Life can be so cruel |
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And the ones who make decisions for you |
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Well, they better understand |
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But you don't know what made me think of that |
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A lonely afternoon |
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A lonely afternoon |
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A lonely afternoon |
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A lonely afternoon |
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A lonely afternoon |
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A lonely afternoon |
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A lonely afternoon |
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A lonely afternoon |
