Raising my head to yell my life out Standing naked, strained as a dying worm With body of light gleaming with my disquiet With myriads of stars not-to
why you have called And the reason why you hide Voices (Voices?) Turning inside my head (Turning inside my head?) Voices (Voices?) Voices around my head? (Voices around my head?) All these voices
vision And I will sing and [inaudible] Waiting for the gift of sound and vision Drifting into my solitude, over my head Don't you wonder sometimes 'Bout sound and vision
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vision And I will sing, waiting for the gift of sound and vision Drifting into my solitude, over my head Don't you wonder sometimes 'Bout sound and vision
ترجمة: ديفيد باوي. الصوت والرؤية.
ترجمة: ريد هوت تشيلي بيبرز. الصوت والرؤية.
say Blue, blue I will sit right down, Waiting for the gift of sound and vision And I will sing, waiting for the gift of sound and vision Drifting into
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hang them from a pole, I really like my yard full of them I have a unique collection, the sight of hanged men always makes my day Collecting hanged men
hang on hang on hang on Everybody just get on get on get on Get started and go on go on go on Everybody just hold on Just hang on (Bridge) (Chorus X
now that I've lost or won what I don'tknow is left behind not yet to come strange how things change and from a different view yet everyone seems