I've come undone It's too late to fix it I just exist on my own On my own
I'm a real gone kid So-phisticated I can't believe my luck When I see him in the mirror
I'm not societies problem I'm entirely home-grown I'm not a product of anything I've never been or felt so at home Home
I'll glisten in the moonlight I can light up my load And all across the sky I will explode on my own On my own
A baby waiting to be born A sheep that's ready to be shorn I'm a king in deathly throes A lazy cock that never crows An empty book that's leather bound I'm a lost cause, never found
I'm not a product of anywhere I'm entirely own grown I'm on the cosmic fringes I've never been or felt so at home
I'm a sleeping giant Waiting to awake Stumble to the fridge And back to bed again
Compositor: Paul John Weller (PRS)Editor: Stylist Music LtdECAD verificado obra #30783490 em 06/Abr/2024