Il testo della Home alone 4

Gently my eyelids close, i'd rather be good than clever
I'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 why
So gently my eyelids close..
All alone, at home i sit - i'm very tired of it
Burn the midnight oil or pour it on my salad
I lost the thread i thought i had...

Led by hearts & ears - memory lagging behind
No shame being a fool, i got many things on my mind
Pick up the phone on first riiiing - i never get out anymore..
There's nowhere to go, but back and there's quicksand outside my door
So gently my eyelids close
All alone, at home i sit - i'm very tired of it
Burn the midnight oil or pour it on my salad
I 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...