If you don't stop lying on the floor
You don't know what your dying for
The last thing that you need
Is imbeciles and indecision
The discussion nearly ends
She says, "I'm leaving' my friend
And I don't wanna see you
When I'm walking on my way home
It is always on my way home"
Maria quietly talks to me
She says, "Adam, what do you see."
The people lying in between hours of indiscretion
And I believe I --- the ground
She says, "Hey, what have you found?"
And everything I see is only walking on my way home
Look at all the silly people out there
Can't you see?
Oh, all the silly people lying, crying
Dying
Believe me and this is what I see
And if you don't, amuse me
We walk in circles and we walk back
Between indecision
Between the currents we will swim
And then it's over my friend
And everything I see
Is only walking on my way home
Look at all the silly people out there
Can't you see?
Oh, all the silly people crying, crying
D-d-d-dying
Maria she belongs to me, in between the garden and the sea
I walk in circles and the woman walks right here beside me
And if we talk about this town,
I must say, "I've been feeling down."
And I've been sliding all the falls,
I've seen currents on my way home.
Look at all the silly people out there
Can't you see?
Oh, all the silly people crying, crying
Dying, on my way home
Look at all the silly people out there
Aren't you seeing?
Oh, all the silly people crying, crying
Dying, dying, dying