I'm walking through streets that are dead Walking, walking with you in my head My feet are so tired, my brain is so wired And the clouds are weeping
Did I hear someone tell a lie? Did I hear someone's distant cry? I spoke like a child; you destroyed me with a smile While I was sleeping
I'm sick of love but I'm in the thick of it This kind of love I'm so sick of it
I see, I see lovers in the meadow I see, I see silhouettes in the window I watch them 'til they're gone and they leave me hanging on To a shadow
I'm sick of love; I hear the clock tick This kind of love; I'm love sick
Sometimes the silence can be like the thunder Sometimes I wanna take to the road and plunder Could you ever be true? I think of you And I wonder
I'm sick of love; I wish I'd never met you I'm sick of love; I'm trying to forget you
Just don't know what to do I'd give anything to Be with you
Compositor: Robert Dylan (SESAC)Editor: Special Rider Music (SESAC)Publicado em 2022 (24/Fev) e lançado em 1922 (10/Jan)ECAD verificado obra #58303 e fonograma #37099826 em 02/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM