Lots of lives (04:53) Traduci

Lots of lives running through my head
but no pictures there to make'em 'live or dead
Someone eats, maybe sleeps,
leavin' nothing' of him
where he eats, sleeps,
and in the way he do these
Why don't you live it
instead of your only livin'in it?
Is him a painter who forgot that he's a child?
Maybe a musician,
convinced it's useless to cry...
Can all these dead lives fill
the emptiness of a woody armoire
cold coat-hanger waiting for
a warm coat to hang on
Why don't you stop livin' in it,
and try to live it?
Rather than a dirty milk-cup,
abandoned on a white-washed dish,
it seems to be a help request,
just an unconscious wish
let the child inside you cry,
if he has to!!!
How long will it take you
to realise all these?
Just looked into the mirror
what I saw was me lonely in the room
which I believed was not mine
and I was dying there!
I could have lived it instead of
just livin' in it
will my room forgive me, or is it too late?
Why do I love it?
Why do I miss it?