The voice is mine, but whose words are these? Who's this shadow in the shape of me? My father's hands, my mother's nose Who's this shadow filling out my clothes? And whose heartbeat? It can't be mine And who crept in and hit the light? The thought occurred Whose thoughts are these? Is life a film that's played out on a screen? Might seem absurd, I'd like to see To see the man who plays me on TV And whose heartbeat It can't be mine? And who crept in and hit the light? And whose heartbeat It can't be mine? And who crept in and hit the light?
The voice is mine, but whose words are these?
ResponderEliminarWho's this shadow in the shape of me?
My father's hands, my mother's nose
Who's this shadow filling out my clothes?
And whose heartbeat?
It can't be mine
And who crept in and hit the light?
The thought occurred
Whose thoughts are these?
Is life a film that's played out on a screen?
Might seem absurd, I'd like to see
To see the man who plays me on TV
And whose heartbeat
It can't be mine?
And who crept in and hit the light?
And whose heartbeat
It can't be mine?
And who crept in and hit the light?