In My Life
Panarama
I see the teardrop in my hand
It feels so bad it's hard to stand
I don't know how to get along in my life
I can feel the touch of a cold knife
But I bleed no more on my tidy floor
I feel the whisper on my tongue
But no one screams until he's strong
I don't know what they try to say about me
I keep my future in my hand for safety
And I freeze no more sitting by the door
While I'm thinking of times that no man ever saw
Fools take a walk by my window
Leading my finger in sand, I will draw
Lines of some misunderstanding
While I'm thinking of times that no man ever saw
Fools take a walk by my window
Leading my finger in sand, I will draw
Lines of some misunderstanding
And I don't know why
And I don't know why
I hear the jungle in my heart
Reminding me it's time to start
I don't know how to get along in my life
I can feel the touch of a cold knife
But I bleed no more on my tidy floor
While I'm thinking of times that no man ever saw
Fools take a walk by my window
Leading my finger in sand, I will draw
Lines of some misunderstanding
While I'm thinking of times that no man ever saw
Fools take a walk by my window
Leading my finger in sand, I will draw
Lines of some misunderstanding
And I don't know why
And I don't know why
And I don't know why
No, I don't know why