(I thought I heard somebody cry—
I though I heard somebody cry)
I went to see what I could find
Like flowers in the dead of night
Like shadows in the moonlight—
I though I heard somebody cry
A choir with a single voice—A picnic on a cliff
Antenna like an insect—To pick up all your thoughts
CHORUS
It isn’t true
I am not the ghost
Without a soul . . . Come
Listen to my heart
You feel the beat . . . Stop
Listen to the sound
Of moving feet . . . Walk
Through the halls at night
When I’m asleep
I don’t believe . . .I don’t believe
The shoe is on the other foot—The glove is on the fist
The first is like a cannonball—But it feels like a kiss
I got a bed that’s real soft—In a room that’s always sad
I thought I heard a window sigh—
I though I heard somebody cry
CHORUS
A choir with a single voice—a picnic on a cliff
Antenna like an insect—To pick up all your thoughts
I sip the running water—Like rivers from your eyes
I thought I heard somebody cry—Somebody might be lost
I thought I heard somebody cry—Somebody might be lost
I thought I heard somebody cry—I thought I’d go and see
I thought I heard somebody cry—Somebody might be me