It's the American in me that makes me watch the blood running out of the bullethole in his head.. It's the American in me that makes me watch tv see on the news, listen what the man said..
A un lado tu odio, al otro tu amor,. la duda infinita, el viejo dolor.. Y mientras recelas del bien y del mal,. por un sumidero, la vida se va.. Nadie da nada por nada, hay que pagar..
Lying in my bed I hear the clock tick,. And think of you. Caught up in circles. Confusion is nothing new. Flashback, warm nights. Almost left behind. Suitcases of memories,.
I'm riding on a thin white line. Standing in the doorway of cloud nine. And you see me in the window. Of a chauffeured limousine. . You see me on the TV.