Idioma Origen:
I can't see the wood for the trees
Life is like a rollercoaster
I can't find the birds or the bees
Hope they're down the back of my sofa
Feeling like a rolling stone
Playing the guitar on my own
I'm the apple of my eye
If only I could keep myself sober,
I'd remind myself why...
(Instrumental)
They stare at me wherever I go
Why won't everybody give over?
I wish I learnt to play piano
If only I could keep myself sober,
For more than one day...
Idioma Destino:
I can't see the wood for the trees
Life is like a rollercoaster
I can't find the birds or the bees
Hope they're down the back of my sofa
Feeling like a rolling stone
Playing the guitar on my own
I'm the apple of my eye
If only I could keep myself sober,
I'd remind myself why...
(Instrumental)
They stare at me wherever I go
Why won't everybody give over?
I wish I learnt to play piano
If only I could keep myself sober,
For more than one day...