Besedila: Jakob Dylan. Seeing Things. I Told You I Couldn't Stop.
Oh, in my mind's eye, a plantation
In the clearing is a platform station
In the distance is a kingdom
Into the front line is how I'm coming
They say in war all is fair
I am headed to the field
In spite of my condition
Whatever you thought
Whatever you thought
You know I told you
I couldn't stop, I couldn't stop
Through the desert, out to the sea
Weather beaten through all four seasons
And there is love in my creation
I've come back for all the right reasons
That ain't your castle
You're not a queen, that isn't yours
That you're so busy there protecting
Whatever you thought
Whatever you thought
You know I told you
I couldn't stop
Whatever you thought
Whatever you thought
You know I told you
I couldn't stop, I couldn't stop
All this beauty is sticky sweet
This naughty world is due for a good deed
Give me your poor tired huddled masses
Bring me the head of a mule and my glasses
Sing that lonesome high melody
Rumble young men
But hobble behind me
Whatever you thought
Whatever you thought
You know I told you
I couldn't stop
Whatever you thought
Whatever you thought
You know I told you
I couldn't stop, I couldn't stop
I couldn't stop, I couldn't stop
In the clearing is a platform station
In the distance is a kingdom
Into the front line is how I'm coming
They say in war all is fair
I am headed to the field
In spite of my condition
Whatever you thought
Whatever you thought
You know I told you
I couldn't stop, I couldn't stop
Through the desert, out to the sea
Weather beaten through all four seasons
And there is love in my creation
I've come back for all the right reasons
That ain't your castle
You're not a queen, that isn't yours
That you're so busy there protecting
Whatever you thought
Whatever you thought
You know I told you
I couldn't stop
Whatever you thought
Whatever you thought
You know I told you
I couldn't stop, I couldn't stop
All this beauty is sticky sweet
This naughty world is due for a good deed
Give me your poor tired huddled masses
Bring me the head of a mule and my glasses
Sing that lonesome high melody
Rumble young men
But hobble behind me
Whatever you thought
Whatever you thought
You know I told you
I couldn't stop
Whatever you thought
Whatever you thought
You know I told you
I couldn't stop, I couldn't stop
I couldn't stop, I couldn't stop
Seeing Things
Jakob Dylan
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