Текст песни John Farnham - Sometimes
John Farnham - Sometimes слова песни
Sometimes I feel folded, like a piece of paperDirty with the fingerprints of unrepentant handsWho never ever thinks about the words of love inside me`Cause it`s all so plain and simple thatno-one understandsSometimes I feel congested like peak hour in the cityChoking on the petrol and the deisel and the dustI sit and wonder how we all could be so stupidAnd I want toleave my vehicle and let it turn to rustAnd I wish I had your confidenceI wish I had your smileI wish I had your joie de vivreYour innate sense of styleAnd I wish I had your body near me Warming up my nightsSaying oooh babe, baby it`s alrightSometimes I feel miniscule just like an amoebaFloating on a plate of glass watched by unseen eyesAnd I feel so cold and lonely in that instant of existenceAnd I wonder if someone`s watching me up above the skyPerhaps there are no solutionsPerhaps just other questionsMaybe there`s a meaning to my solitary lifeAnd I know that there`s no guaranteesThere`s just the pain of livingPerhaps there are no solutionsMaybe there`s just life