Текст песни Home Alone 4 - D-A-D

Home Alone 4

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…