Home Alone 4 – D-A-D – letras

Gently my eyelids close, I’d rather be good than cleverI’d rather have all facts wrong than no reply whatever..I learned before I could speak with those « being patient eyes »When God created my kind. But he forgot to tell me whySo gently my eyelids close..All alone, at home I sit – I’m very tired of itBurn the midnight oil or pour it on my saladI lost the thread I thought I had…Led by hearts & ears – memory lagging behindNo shame being a fool, I got many things on my mindPick up the phone on first riiiing – I never get out anymore..There’s nowhere to go, but back andthere’s quicksand outside my doorSo gently my eyelids closeAll alone, at home I sit – I’m very tired of itBurn the midnight oil or pour it on my saladI lost the thread I thought I had.. I lost it – I lost it. Yeah!Is that a shadow – or a hole in the floor?And what’s that noise outside my door??Home alone. On my own.. And all alone…