He wanted it that way
Like a gull blown inland
On a stormy day
Lost in round one
Spitting out pieces of his teeth
Lost in a Paris graveyard
Carrying his own wreath
And I have seen that movie
And it wasn't like that
He was mad and lonely
And blind as a bat
To the bridge
And the falling tree
Too deaf to hear his own song
You see
How does anyone get to there
We may never know
How they got that far
Or what made them go
But he had flown from his homeland
You could see him there
A gull circling
In the high desert air
And somehow I
Have to learn from this
'Cause I can hear him cry
And feel the hiss
Of the wind in his feathers
And the sand on his feet
As he dies in the desert
On that Paris street.
He was lost and I don't think He wanted it that way Like a gull blown inland On a stormy day Lost in round one Spitting out pieces of his teeth Lost in a Paris graveyard Carrying his own wreath And I have seen that movie And it wasn't like that He was mad and lonely And blind as a bat To the bridge And the falling tree Too deaf to hear his own song You see How does anyone get to there We may never know How they got that far Or what made them go But he had flown from his homeland You could see him there A gull circling In the high desert air And somehow I Have to learn from this 'Cause I can hear him cry And feel the hiss Of the wind in his feathers And the sand on his feet As he dies in the desert On that Paris street. Explain Request ×
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