Testo di Feel It Coming

Open mind, more empty minded at weekends Tell me your secrets again You sail in silence and speak paper and pen Well sadness or violence? Depends Heaven knows, heaven knows... Said the man who cannot love And now there's something, now there are no illusions Don't float out like childhood balloons These heavy answers, and the fear of teason When this is the last chance salloon Heaven knows, heaven knows Said the man who cannot love Then you feel it coming Feel it grow And it tastes like home Then you feel it coming Feel it grow And it tastes like home Then you feel it coming Feel it grow And it tastes like home Tastes like home