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He likes to have the morning paper's
Crossword solved
Words go up words come down
Forwards backwards twisted round
He grabs a pile of letters from a small suitcase
Disappears into an office
It's another working day
And his thoughts are full of strangers
Corridors of naked lights
And his mind once full of reason
Now there's more than meets the eye
Oh, a stranger's face he carries with him
He likes a bit of reading on the subway home
A distant radio whistling tunes that nobody knows
At home a house awaits him, He unlocks the door
Thinking once there was a sea here
But there never was a door
And his thoughts are full of strangers
And his eyes to numb to see
And nothing that he knows of
And nowhere where he's been
Was ever quite like this
And his thoughts...
And at heart
He's full of strangers
Dodging on his train of thought
Train of thought
He likes to have the morning paper's
Crossword solved
Words go up words come down
Forwards backwards twisted round
He grabs a pile of letters from a small suitcase
Disappears into an office
It's another working day
And his thoughts are full of strangers
Corridors of naked lights
And his mind once full of reason
Now there's more than meets the eye
Oh, a stranger's face he carries with him
He likes a bit of reading on the subway home
A distant radio whistling tunes that nobody knows
At home a house awaits him, He unlocks the door
Thinking once there was a sea here
But there never was a door
And his thoughts are full of strangers
And his eyes to numb to see
And nothing that he knows of
And nowhere where he's been
Was ever quite like this
And his thoughts...
And at heart
He's full of strangers
Dodging on his train of thought
Train of thought
Traduzione
Il corso dei pensieri
Gli piace farsi risolvere il cruciverba
Del giornale del mattino
Parole che vanno su, parole che vengono giù
Avanti indietro in tondo
Lui afferra una pila di lettere da una valigetta
Sparisce dentro un ufficio
E' un altro giorno lavorativo
Ed i suoi pensieri sono pieni di sconosciuti
Corridoi di nude luci
E la sua mente un tempo piena di ragione
Ora c'è più di quel che sembra
Oh, il volto di uno sconosciuto, ora si trascina con lui
Gli piace un po’ di lettura sulla metro per casa
Una radio lontana fischietta melodie che nessuno conosce
A casa lo aspetta un'abitazione, apre la porta
Pensando una volta qui c’era un mare
Ma non c’è mai stata una porta
Ed i suoi pensieri sono pieni di sconosciuti
E i suoi occhi troppo intorpiditi per vedere
E niente di cui lui sappia
E nessuna parte dov’è stato
Non è mai stato così
E i suoi pensieri…
Nel profondo
E’ piano di cose nuove
Svicolando sul corso dei suoi pensieri
Il corso dei pensieri
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