Picture yourself in some street, deep in town,
That would have a different light from yours, at home,
And it could perhaps / be some place to live in..
I'm at a loss to know or say
whether we could live there worse or better days
But it could perhaps
be some place to live in..
Yes, it could perhaps
be some place to live in..
Coz I'm a modest man, I'm the son of nothing,
And I got blindfolded before seeing the route.
I was never told ''come'', was told ''go where you want to''..
But I walk by, noiseless, all gentle, unuseful,
I'd like to do something, not especially easy,
I''d like to tell you that I lived a bit for you .
Feels like some day when one has a walk
and feels all is well, the wind 's taking one
to a place that perhaps / might be a place to live in..
Feels like those nights spent talking outside
of the peaceful dream of the sleeping child.
Yes, it could perhaps be some place to live in..
It could be, perhaps, some place to live in..
Wish I could give over all the time that I've lost,
that I got stolen from, was never given back,
that I lost up in air, didn't sell properly..
Wish I could find in the deeper part of strange moments,
When I understand so well it's already too late,
a way of forgetting that I can't afford my belief..
But I want to keep, even for a quick spin on myself,
the impression that, one day, I could raise my voice
to sing out a few words you'll recognize yourself in...