Wednesday, April 4, 2007

Feel

"Come on hold my hand,
I wanna contact the living.
Not sure I understand,
This role I’ve been given.
I sit and talk to God
And he just laughs at my plans,
My head speaks a language,
I don’t understand.

I just wanna feel real love,
Feel the home that I live in.
’cause I got too much life,
Running through my veins, going to waste.

I don’t wanna die,
But I ain’t keen on living either.
Before I fall in love,
I’m preparing to leave her.
I scare myself to death,
That’s why I keep on running.
Before I’ve arrived, I can see myself coming.

I just wanna feel real love,
Feel the home that I live in.
’cause I got too much life,
Running through my veins, going to waste.

And I need to feel, real love
And a life ever after.
I cannot get enough.

I just wanna feel real love,
Feel the home that I live in,
I got too much love,
Running through my veins, going to waste.
I just wanna feel real love,
In a life ever after
There’s a hole in my soul,
You can see it in my face, it’s a real big place.
Come and hold my hand,
I wanna contact the living,
Not sure I understand,
This role I’ve been given
Not sure I understand.
Not sure I understand.
Not sure I understand.
Not sure I understand."

(Robbie Williams)


2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Com censura não há feeling!

Su said...

Ahhhhh!! ;)
Sr(a) anonymous: Como deve perceber há certas "coisas" que não se devem expôr assim, embora me tenha exposto muito mais que esta pequena censura.
Há muito feeling e muita exposição no meu site, só não vê quem não quer... :P