I knew that I had come face to face With a stranger, with someone That I knew was crazier that you were
But, if you do not run the race How will you know If you do not run it Then you cannot win it, ever If you do not run the race Then you cannot win it, ever How will you know
The passenger takes the train He cannot get off The train keeps on for days Well, it isn’t enough It isn’t enough It isn’t enough
If you do not run the race Then you cannot win it, ever How will you know If you do not do it If you do not run the race How will you know If you do not run it Ahh…
And each time thinking Will this be the one Great eyes Looking down And, your ways Well, I want to learn them I want my life To concern him Still on the edge of Something…exquisite…
Ooh… No, ten minutes Standing in the room with him She feels a strange misgiving If you do not run the race Then you cannot win it In the dim light of her rooms She feels a strange misgiving In the dim light of my room I feel a strange….misgiving
Well… I knew that I had come face to face With a stranger Someone who was crazier than I was
But if you do not run the race How will you know If you do not run it Well, the passenger takes a train And he cannot get off (Races are run)
Ooh… Ten minutes standing in the room with you I felt a strange misgiving Well, in the dim light of my room Still on the edge of Something exquisite Sorrow Brilliant is your colors, baby Brilliant (Brilliant is your something exquisite) Exquisite Sorrow (Still on the edge of something exquisite) I know the sound of the warning On the wind It’s a strange misgiving
#2 (4:12)
Well, I knew that I had come face to face With a stranger, with someone That I knew was crazier that you were, but
If you do not run the race You cannot win it ever If you do not run the race How will you know If you do not run the race If you do not run the race How can you know
The passenger takes a train He cannot get off And the train keeps on for days Well, it isn’t enough It isn’t enough It isn’t enough
If you do not run the race How will you know If you could do it Win it If you do not run the race How will you know If you do not run the race You cannot win it ever
Each time, thinking Will this be the one And your eyes Your great eyes looking down Your ways… Well, I want to learn them I want my life to concern him Still on the edge of something, ooh, exquisite
Well, standing in the room Ten minutes with him I feel the strange misgiving I hear a warning on the wind In the dim light of her rooms She sees a strange misgiving In the dim light of my rooms I sense a strange misgiving
Well, well The passenger takes the train But he cannot get off And the train goes on for days And each time thinking Will this be the one And your eyes looking down Still on the edge of something…ooh, exquisite
Standing in the room Oh, ten minutes looking I sense a strange…misgiving And each time thinking…thinking Will this be the one I sense a strange misgiving Still on the edge of something, ooh, exquisite
Brilliant are your colors, baby Exquisite Still on the edge of something, ooh exquisite