Letra de Home Alone 5 (Live)
Gently my eyelids close, I'd rather be good than clever I'd rather have all facts wrong than no reply whatever. I learned before I could speak with those "being patient eyes" When God created my kind. But he forgot to tell me why So gently my eyelids close. All alone, at home I sit - I'm very tired of it Burn the midnight oil or pour it on my salad I lost the thread I thought I had...Led by hearts & ears - memory lagging behind No shame being a fool, I got many things on my mind Pick up the phone on first riiiing - I never get out anymore. There's nowhere to go, but back and there's quicksand outside my door So gently my eyelids close All alone, at home I sit - I'm very tired of it Burn the midnight oil or pour it on my salad I lost the thread I thought I had. I lost it - I lost it. Yeah! Is that a shadow - or a hole in the floor? And what's that noise outside my door? Home alone. On my own. And all alone...