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nur1
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31 Jan 2007 Wed 02:09 am

"Losing My Religion"

Life is bigger
It's bigger than you
And you are not me
The lengths that I will go to
The distance in your eyes
Oh no I've said too much
I set it up

That's me in the corner
That's me in the spotlight
Losing my religion
Trying to keep up with you
And I don't know if I can do it
Oh no I've said too much
I haven't said enough
I thought that I heard you laughing
I thought that I heard you sing
I think I thought I saw you try

Every whisper
Of every waking hour I'm
Choosing my confessions
Trying to keep an eye on you
Like a hurt lost and blinded fool
Oh no I've said too much
I set it up

Consider this
The hint of the century
Consider this
The slip that brought me
To my knees failed
What if all these fantasies
Come flailing around
Now I've said too much
I thought that I heard you laughing
I thought that I heard you sing
I think I thought I saw you try

But that was just a dream
That was just a dream

aenigma x
0 posts

31 Jan 2007 Wed 02:36 am

Ummm why are you posting lyrics in the language and off topic? Do you want them translated?

kai
0 posts

31 Jan 2007 Wed 02:45 am

Quoting aenigma x:

Ummm why are you posting lyrics in the language and off topic? Do you want them translated?

Good question....also there is another sort of version I've read of this...though I like the one you posted more, great song lyrics!...

Here is the other one:

My God, that's me in the corner,
that's me in the spotlight,
losing my religion.

You lie naked, scattered on the
mattress, exhausted from wandering
through my spotlight of fame.

You hear the echoes of my
ancient city where caravans
of veiled women paused to
trade with me, each one of
them guarding my precious
cargo of books, beads, and
feathers, from bandits, on to
the next watering hole
of women.

Stopping to drink from their
wells, gathering sexuality for the
journey, they're all waiting for
me, beckoning me like a distant
star, even the pretty camel driver
of two millenia ago.

I am so thirsty for it, lots of it,
what a relief to have seen you on
the red sandstone ledge, waving to
me after paying your toll.

My God, that's me in the corner,
that's me in the spotlight,
losing my religion, with you
ancient Petra, with fluent fingers.

My God, that's me in the corner,
that's me in the spotlight,
losing my religion, reorganized into
cooperative venture.

When I'm thirsty, out of water,
you're a good place to know.

My God, that's me in the corner,
that's me in the spotlight,
losing my religion, lying naked
on the mattress, cord attached
to your canteen, lowering it into
your hole, filling my mouth
to the brim before I strike out
across the flint-strewn sand.

Come with me and my camel
driver from two millenia ago,
on to the next watering hole
of women.

My God, that's me in the corner,
that's me in the spotlight,
losing my religion ...