Give me an eye, give me a canvas,
Give me a wall, into which I can hit a nail,
And tomorrow, you'll come to me yourself.
Give me a top (position in charts), give me a move,
Allow me to sing these five illogical notes,
And then you'll be able to take me bare-handed.
So many crowded rooms;
Transparent rooms full of people,
Offices full of people,
But as long as your love is not there
I will always
Long for something else.
Give me a night, give me an hour,
Give me a chance to make something of us,
Lest all you will hear
Is "What would you like?"
Maybe it's Yes, maybe it's No,
In the skies, in our place, there must be a star;
Do you feel the cold draft from
The emptiness af that place?
So many crowded rooms,
Transparent rooms full of people,
Offices full of people,
But as long as your love is not there
I will always
Long for something else.