Из альбома: Standing On The Shoulder Of Giants
I can give a hundred million reasons
To build a barricade
I blame it on the changing of the seasons
The thoughts that I conveyed
Does it make it all right?
Does it make it all right?
To roll it over my soul
Leave me here
Roll it over my soul
Leave me here
Look around at all the plastic people
Who live without a care
Try to sit with me around my table
But never bring a chair
Does it make it all right?
It doesn't it make it all right
To roll it over my soul
Leave me here
Roll it over my soul
Leave me here
Roll it over my soul
And leave me here
Roll it over my soul
And leave me here
Roll it over my soul
And leave me here
Roll it over my soul
And leave me here