Из альбома: Psychology
Play what you want to play for me Zydeko
I haven’t got the time
And say what you want to say to me
I can’t read your mind
I up and left, you were here to stay
Since you were gone it don’t feel the same
But when you call, I cannot reply
It seems you always compromise
My room to grow
Feeling kind of low
And it makes me kind of mad
Never got to show
My good from bad
Purpose of a show
Is raging with the band
Only one to go Where no one had
Play what you want to play for me Zydeko
I haven’t got the time
And say what you want to say to me
I can’t read your mind
Well, since you left, how I felt so free
Feels like I gained back the rest of me But when you call, I cannot reply
It seems you always compromise
My room to grow
Feeling kind of low
And it makes me kind of mad
Never got to show
My good from bad
Purpose of a show
Is raging with the band
Only one to go Where no one had
Play what you want to play for me Zydeko
I haven’t got the time
And say what you want to say to me
I can’t read your mind
And though you’re back, I still feel so fly
I’ve seen my dreams finally reach the sky
But when you call, I cannot reply
It seems you always compromise
My room to grow
Feeling kind of low
And it makes me kind of mad
Never got to show
My good from bad
Purpose of a show
Is raging with the band
Only one to go Where no one had