What is it that I think I need?
Is there love in me that wants to be freed?
Or is it selfishness and ego
we carry with us everywhere that we go?
This feeling that life's incomplete
- do you feel that too?
Do you want what I want?
And if I should start to cry,
and I can't begin to tell you why,
and I stumble when I begin,
it's cause I don't understand anything.
People say that we're so close,
how can I be something that I don't know.
Oh but even though I share your bed,
baby, I don't get inside your head.
This feeling of some mystery
- do you feel that too?
Do you know what I mean?
And if I should start to cry,
and I can't begin to tell you why,
and I stumble when I begin,
it's cause I don't understand anything.
Watch me stumble, watch me trip
My fingers loose their grip.
Now I'm down on my knees,
Is that what you wanted to see?
What is it that I think I need?
What is it that I think I need?
And if I should start to cry,
and I can't begin to tell you why,
and I stumble when I begin,
it's cause I don't understand anything.
You reach for me from miles away,
you reach for me from miles away.
Is there love in me that wants to be freed?
Or is it selfishness and ego
we carry with us everywhere that we go?
This feeling that life's incomplete
- do you feel that too?
Do you want what I want?
And if I should start to cry,
and I can't begin to tell you why,
and I stumble when I begin,
it's cause I don't understand anything.
People say that we're so close,
how can I be something that I don't know.
Oh but even though I share your bed,
baby, I don't get inside your head.
This feeling of some mystery
- do you feel that too?
Do you know what I mean?
And if I should start to cry,
and I can't begin to tell you why,
and I stumble when I begin,
it's cause I don't understand anything.
Watch me stumble, watch me trip
My fingers loose their grip.
Now I'm down on my knees,
Is that what you wanted to see?
What is it that I think I need?
What is it that I think I need?
And if I should start to cry,
and I can't begin to tell you why,
and I stumble when I begin,
it's cause I don't understand anything.
You reach for me from miles away,
you reach for me from miles away.
© Everything but the girl
2 comentarios:
Hay gente muy mala en el mundo, qué duda cabe :p
Esta me gusto harto. Definitivamente los ebtg cambiaron de rubro musical.
Gracias por la buena musica!.
No entiendo casi nada, pero entiendo eso.
(la foto me llego a dar escalofrios, jaja).
Saludos Parchesianos!.
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