Thru These Walls (исполнитель: Phil Collins)
I can hear [bad word] these walls I can hear it when they're foolin' around I can hear [bad word] these walls And I hear ev'ry sign, ev'ry sound I can hear [bad word] these walls In the dark with the shades pulled down Ev'ry word that they say Ev'ry noise they make feels [bad word] my way My fav'rite moment Putting the glass up next to the wall Imagination Tho' I see nothing, I hear it all Putting my sign up Do not disturb me, speak or shout, inside out Oh mind my clothes, they're all laid out I can see [bad word] my windows I can see the girls and the boys I can see [bad word] my windows And I can imagine the noise I can see [bad word] my windows I can see them playing with toys Oh I hope it won't end If I promise not to touch, just be a friend Life is so lonely I don't get high off just being me I like pretending Wanting to touch them, wanting to see It's only normal Creeping behind you, now don't shout, 'cos it's alright They keep the windows locked and the door shut tight Oo I'm feeling like I'm locked in a cage No way in, no way out, and it gets so lonely I really asking a lot Just to reach out and touch somebody 'Cos when I look [bad word] my windows or open my door I can feel it all around me I can hear [bad word] these walls I can hear it when they're foolin' around I can hear [bad word] these walls And I hear ev'ry sight, ev'ry sound I can hear [bad word] these walls In the dark with the shades pulled down Ev'ry word that they say Ev'ry noise they make feels [bad word] my way Ah yeah