Testo What I Feel

You must know how it feels to belong Yes you, the fortunate one : So much in demand So much in want Maybe you can't see the light in my angle But I can and I know how it feels To belong to myself You might know how to speak the language And you might know how to suffer it Yes, maybe you know things that I don't know More likely just things I've abandoned All your painted words Without truth expressions In your little world Of acting example And that's what I feel About places and speeches and social appeal Of rumours and judgements and greasing the wheel I'll have nothing for you 'til you feel what I feel It's strange how you and I are so different And it's sad that we can never agree We will never find a solution When yours is you and mine is me We could sit and speak Letting our words do their dances Aware of only threats With dangerous glances It's what I feel About places and speeches and social appeal Of rumours and judgements and greasing the wheel You'll have nothing for me 'til I feel what you feel We'll have nothing to gain 'til we learn how to feel Can't we feel?