Postumi (compl. spec.: ustione vecchia ma evidentemente non abbastanza)


Words in my mouth… someone told me to say.
They go unspoken… my mind gets in the way.

I hold my tongue
(save my… save my soul)
true to myself,
and stay gold.

Sometimes, you gotta pull the plug.
Somewhere, a little place to crawl.
Love me… for who I am.
It doesn’t have to be this hard for an ordinary man.

I wanna take cover, take cover… from you – wake me when it’s over.
Take cover… I wanna take cover… from you.

Sold all my dreams
watched them all disappear.
I’ve spilled my blood… no one seems to care, but…

… sometimes, you gotta pull the plug.
Somewhere, a little place to crawl.
Love me… for who I am.

How low do I have to go to make you understand?


[Mr. Big, Take Cover, 1996]

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