You must know how it feels to belong

Yes you, the fortunate one : So much in demand

So much in want

Maybe you can't see the light in my angle

But I can and I know how it feels

To belong to myself



You might know how to speak the language

And you might know how to suffer it

Yes, maybe you know things that I don't know

More likely just things I've abandoned



All your painted words

Without truth expressions

In your little world

Of acting example



And that's what I feel

About places and speeches and social appeal

Of rumours and judgements and greasing the wheel

I'll have nothing for you 'til you feel what I feel



It's strange how you and I are so different

And it's sad that we can never agree

We will never find a solution

When yours is you and mine is me



We could sit and speak

Letting our words do their dances

Aware of only threats

With dangerous glances



It's what I feel

About places and speeches and social appeal

Of rumours and judgements and greasing the wheel

You'll have nothing for me 'til I feel what you feel

We'll have nothing to gain 'til we learn how to feel

Can't we feel