Letras: Big Country. The Buffalo Skinners. Alone.

THE MIDDAY SKY WAS GREY AND PURPLE AT LEAST IT WASN'T BLUE FOR I HAVE BEEN A LOST AND LONELY AND WHAT I DO I WANT THE SKY TO BE THE WAY I AM SAILOR ON YOUR SEA YOU WERE SENDING ME RUN AGROUND BY TRUSTING SIGNALS THE STREETS ARE FILLED WITH EMPTY FACES IT'S JUST THE SAME IN OTHER PLACES NOTHING HERE IS NEW I WAS THE FIRST ACROSS THE WATER I WALKED OUT OF THE SILVER MINE I HAVE JOURNEYED TO LAST UPON THE LAND MY POCKETS FULL OF SAND ALONE INSIDE MY HEAD ALONE INSIDE MY ROOM I FEEL ALONE INSIDE MY HEAD ALONE INSIDE MY TINY LITTLE WORLD IT'S NOT MY LIFE IN THOSE OLD PICTURES ONES YOU THREW AWAY AND ALWAYS FAR AWAY WALKING IN THE DARKEST PLACES FOR I WAS ALWAYS SOMEONE ELSE WHERE THE MISSION MEETS WAITING FOR THE GROUND TO OPEN UP BENEATH MY FEET