I say my hell is the closet I'm stuck inside can't see the light and my heaven is a nice house in the sky I got central heating and I'm alright yeah, yeah, yeah can't see the light keep it locked up inside don't talk about it t-t-talk about the weather yeah, yeah, yeah can't see the light open up my head and let me out little baby 'Cos here we have been standing for a long, long time treading trodden trails for a long, long time, time, time, time, time, time, time
I find sometimes it's easy to be myself sometimes I find it's better to be somebody else
I see you young and soft oh little baby little feet, little hands, little feet, little feet, little baby one year of crying and the words creep up inside creep into your mind yeah so much to say, so much to say, so much to say, so much to say so much to say, so much to say, so much to say, so much to say 'Cos here we have been standing for a long, long time can't see the light treading trodden trails for a long, long time...........
I find sometimes it's easy to be myself sometimes I find it's better to be somebody else
so much to say, so much to say, so much to say, so much to say so much to say, so much to say, so much to say, so much to say so much to say, so much to say, so much to say, so much to say so much to say, so much to say, so much to say, so much to say
open up my head and let me out little baby
Compositores: Boyd C Tinsley (Boyd Tinsley) (ASCAP), David John Matthews (PRS), Peter Michael Griesar (P G) (BMI)Editores: Colden Gray Ltd (ASCAP), Sal Mander PubPublicado em 1998 e lançado em 1998 (08/Jan)ECAD verificado obra #20446365 e fonograma #1087014 em 14/Abr/2024