Portishead
"Magic Doors"
I can't deny what I've become
I'm just emotionally undone
I can't deny, I can't be someone else
when I have tried to find the words
To describe this sense absurd
Try to resist my thoughts
But I can't lie
I've been losing myself
My desire I can't have
No reason am I for
I can't divide or hide from me
I don't know who I'm meant to be
I guess it's just the person that I am
Often I've dreamt that I don't wait
Enjoy the gift of my mistake
Like then again I'm wrong and I confess
I've been losing my self
My desire I can't have
No reason am I for
Portishead
"Magic Doors"
I can’t deny what I’ve become
I’m just emotionally undone
I can’t deny I can with someone else
When I have tried to find the words
To describe this sense absurd
Try to resist my thoughts but I can’t lie
All the muse in myself
My desire I can’t hide
No reason and I thought
I can’t divide they’ll hide from me
I don’t know who I’m meant to be
I guess it’s just the person that I am
Often I’ve felt that I don’t wade
Into the gift of my mistake
Again, again I’m wrong, and I confess
All the muse in myself
думалось, мне что только я лох и пою песни на псевдоанглийском. а тут кто как услышит
"Magic Doors"
I can't deny what I've become
I'm just emotionally undone
I can't deny, I can't be someone else
when I have tried to find the words
To describe this sense absurd
Try to resist my thoughts
But I can't lie
I've been losing myself
My desire I can't have
No reason am I for
I can't divide or hide from me
I don't know who I'm meant to be
I guess it's just the person that I am
Often I've dreamt that I don't wait
Enjoy the gift of my mistake
Like then again I'm wrong and I confess
I've been losing my self
My desire I can't have
No reason am I for
Portishead
"Magic Doors"
I can’t deny what I’ve become
I’m just emotionally undone
I can’t deny I can with someone else
When I have tried to find the words
To describe this sense absurd
Try to resist my thoughts but I can’t lie
All the muse in myself
My desire I can’t hide
No reason and I thought
I can’t divide they’ll hide from me
I don’t know who I’m meant to be
I guess it’s just the person that I am
Often I’ve felt that I don’t wade
Into the gift of my mistake
Again, again I’m wrong, and I confess
All the muse in myself
думалось, мне что только я лох и пою песни на псевдоанглийском. а тут кто как услышит
просто так бывает, что одна и та же песня на разных альбомах звучит по-разному. или, допустим, альбомная версия и радиоверсия.