Текст песни I Think a Lot - The Volunteers

I think a lot about a lot of things
Maybe that's a problem I can't see
Like am I only one whoever wonders
What the world could come to be
If everybody heard everybody's words
Maybe every one could see

See the things that make me feel like I am worth the thought
I got no sleep last night
I feel the empty souls as I am looking in their eyes
They cry black blood
And I am terrified
But I still I carry on and
We are not alone

If you could see what I mean
You would probably feel the same
If you could feel what I felt
You would get a taste of hell

Bitter hearts meet bitter ends
Lose the love make bitter men

You are not alone

I see them all walking around
Living their lives
To no surprise
I can't believe my eyes
I haven't said a thing
I haven't made a sound
That's so unlike me to be the one
Who doesn't even come around

How can I expect these things to change
When I don't even change myself
I feel all alone and I'm the only one to tell

If you could see what I mean
You would never feel the same
If you could feel what I felt
You would get a taste of hell

Bitter hearts meet bitter ends
Lost the love his will was bent

You are not alone

If you could see what I mean
You would never feel the same
If you could feel what I felt
You would get a taste of hell

Bitter hearts meet bitter ends
Lost the love his will was bent

You are not alone