uma espécie de indecisão

looking out the door i see the rain fall upon the funeral mourners
parading in a wake of sad relations as their shoes fill up with water
and maybe i'm too young to keep good love from going wrong
but tonight you're on my mind so you never know

when i'm broken down and hungry for your love with no way to feed it
where are you tonight? child, you know how much I need it
too young to hold on and too old to just break free and run...

sometimes a man get's carried away,
when he feels like he should be having his fun
and much too blind to see the damage he's done
sometimes a man must awake to find that really, he has no-one...

so i'll wait for you... and i'll burn
will i ever see your sweet return?
oh will I ever learn?
Oh oh lover, you should've come over... cause it's not too late!

lonely is the room, the bed is made, the open window lets the rain in
burning in the corner is the only one who dreams he had you with him
my body turns and yearns for a sleep that will never come

it's never over, my kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder
it's never over, all my riches for her smiles when i slept so soft against her
it's never over, all my blood for the sweetness of her laughter
it's never over, shes the tear that hangs inside my soul forever

well maybe i'm just too young
to keep good love from going wrong...

(ou)

on the floor of tokyo
or down in london town to go, go
with the record selection
with the mirror reflection
i'm dancing with myself

when there's no-one else in sight
in the crowded lonely night
well I wait so long
for my love vibration
and i'm dancing with myself

oh dancing with myself
oh dancing with myself
Well there's nothing to lose and there's nothing to prove
i'll be dancing with myself

if i looked all over the world
and there's every type of girl
but your empty eyes
seem to pass me by
leave me dancing with myself

so let's sink another drink
cause it'll give me time to think
if i had the chance
i'd ask the world to dance
and i'll be dancing with myself...

jeff buckley vs. billy idol: aceitam-se apostas.