oggi mi sento InCoMpReSa..
Misunderstood Trying to be misunderstood But it doesnīt do me any good Love the way they smiled at me Held their face for eternity Now let them all fly off
When it comes down It all comes down And you will not be found
When itīs over Itīs all over Even if I make a sound
Iīll be misunderstood By the beautiful and good In this city
None of it was planned Take me by the hand Just donīt try and understand
Trying to be misunderstood Just a product of my childhood And still I find myself outside You canīt say I havenīt tried Perhaps I tried too hard
No excuses I wonīt apologise Or justified your lies
Come and find me Tell them to me Look me in the eyes
Iīll be misunderstood By the beautiful and good In this city
None of this was planned Take me by the hand Just donīt try and understand
Canīt forgive sorry to say You donīt know youīre guilty anyway Isnīt it funny how we donīt speak The language of love |