Intro: N.C./ N.C./ N.C./ He likes to have the morning paper's crossword solved hey N.C./ Words go up words come down Forwards backwards twisted round hey N.C./ He grabs a pile of letters From a small suitcase d Disappears into an office It's another working day And his thou.....ghts are full of strangers Corridors of naked lights And his mind once full of reason Now there's d. | | A mo...re than meets the eye Now a stranger's face he carries with him ( He likes a bit of reading On the subway home ooh oooh ooh ( A distant radio's whistling tunes That nobody knows hm ( At home a house awaits him he unlocks the door d Thinking once there was a sea here but there never was a door And his thou....ghts are full of strangers And his eyes too numb to see And nothing that he knows of d. | And no........where where he's been wa..s never quite like this ) | yeah! he! oh oh oh oh and his thou.....ghts are full of strangers Corridors of naked lights And his mind once full of reason Now there's d. | mo...re than meets the eye Now a stranger's face he carries with him | and at hea.....rt he's full of strangers dodging on his train of thought train of | thought | | ... _______________________________________________________ Contribuição: Alessandra Kemper([email protected])