I'M LOOKING THROUGH YOU ---->>>
I'm looking through you,
where did you go?
I thought I knew you,
what did I know?
You don't look different,
but you have changed
I'm looking through you,
you're not the same
Your lips are moving,
I cannot hear
Your voice is soothing,
but the words aren't clear
You don't sound different,
I've learned the game
I'm looking through you,
you're not the same
Why, tell me why,
did you not treat me right?
Love has a nasty habit
of disappearing overnight
You're thinking of me,
the same old way
You were above me,
but not today
The only difference is you're down there
I'm looking through you,
and you're nowhereWhy,
tell me why,
did you not treat me right?
Love has a nasty habit
of disappearing overnight
I'm looking through you,
where did you go
I thought I knew you,
what did I know
You don't look different,
but you have changed
I'm looking through you,
you're not the same
Yeah
Oh baby I'm changed
Ah I'm looking through you
Yeah
I'm looking through you
[Lennon/McCartney]
PS: la versione cantata da The Wallflowers (ascolta sopra) a me piace di più però!
AS HIMSELF
- the Rob's
- Roma, Italy
- He was born in a lazy tuesday.Just purple flowers around his cradle.Silence and purple flowers.The ancient Fathers whisper their secrets in his ears, before he went away, stolen by the wind, blessed by the moon."You are a travelling man" they said him.The roads of his life were just placed in the other side of our world, but when he became a man he felt the emptiness of the desert,and the acrid smell of the asphalt from the streets of the unknown. So he began writing poetry, singing against the night walls, searching for his home, taking his bag. He was a travelling man. And that's just a chosen destiny tale.
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