Pablo Natario

Here I stand with head in hand Turn mt face to the wall If she s gone I can t […]

It s 9 oclock I m getting tired I m sick of all my records and the clothes I bought

Underneath the sky of red Is a storyteller sleeping alone He has no face and he has no name And

When I get to the bottom I go back to the top of the slide Where I stop and I

I heard a whisper on my radio But I paid no mind I just sat back and I let it

I m sitting here in the boring room It s just another rainy Sunday afternoon I m wasting my time

We were talking… about the space between us all and the people who hide themselves behind a wall of illusion

Eyes over the city Rise up from your soul They hang over the streets at night Brought on by the

A little space A little time See what it can do A little faith Peace of mind See what passes

Show me who you are I ll show you what you love I ll give you half the world if

Ah, look at all the lonely people Ah, look at all the lonely people Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice

My heart it skips a beat when I behold The light that s shining through your eyes of gold From