muore solo e anche te sei? Rit. Solo, nasci e muori solo, e se ti senti solo, solo in questo non sei?. Solo, nasci muori solo, e se ti senti solo, solo
: There has to be a place for you and me Where we can sleep and waters still run deep And you're the one that sails into me And you're the one whose
: The picture's far too big to look at kid, your eyes won't open wide enough and you're constantly surrounded by the swirling stream of what is and what
: On a string, on a string, on a string, I was held, the way I move, can you tell? My actions are orchestrated from above. So I swing and I sway, wave
: Well you say that I treat you Like a book on a shelf I don't take you out that often Cause I know that I've completed you And that's why you are here
: There is no beginning to the story A bookshelf sinks into the sand And a language learned and forgot in turn Is studied once again It's a shocking
: Is it true what I heard about the son of god? Did he come to save, did he come at all? And if I dried his feet with my dirty hair Would he make me
: Our love is dead but without limit, like the surface of the moon, or the land between here and the mountains. Well it is not these hiding places that
: Well the future's got me worried such awful thoughts My head's a carousel of pictures, the spinning never stops I just want someone to walk in front
: The rain it started tapping on the window near my bed There was a loophole in my dreaming so I got out of it And to my surprise my eyes were wide and
: The animals laugh from the dark of the wilderness, a baby cries hard in an apartment complex as I pass in a car buried under the influence. The city
: I have a friend, he's mostly made of pain. He wakes up, drives to work and straight back home again. He once cut one of my nightmares out of paper,
: I picked you out of a crowd and talked to you Said I liked your shoes You said thanks, can I follow you? So it's up the stairs and out of view, no
: There's a man holding a megaphone, he must have been the voice of god. The bystanders claimed they saw angels flying up and down the block. They must
: Laura, are you still living there on your estate of sorrow? You used to leave it occasionally but now you don't even bother to ride that commuter train
s only happy when she's dancin' There ain't nothin' makes her feel so free When she's dancin' The girl's outrageous and it's plain to see Solo She
: {Busta Rhymes} Roll wit a nigga, put on some roller skates {laughs} yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Come on! Hot shit! More more more