Losing Myself Songtext
von Ben Christophers

The trees are swaying their pink noise upon the hill
Today′s a day to remember always
It's three o′clock and the sun's as warm as warm can be
And I hear the church bells over the city
As if by magic you and me we're there again
When I remembered how you smiled if I was walking near
Someone′s playing music and it′s swimming from that windowsill
We stood there listening but I was
Thinking more about holding your hand

What does it all come down to, I'm losing myself
There are scissors for voodoo in my mind

I′m doing it my way
I'm doing it my way


The record player plays a lost song for everyone
When all the sirens fill the dead streets thrillers
Bring out the freak shows and the loveless for tomorrow′s news
And I hear the church bells over the city, they say
Are you shading in my mind
Are you shading in my mind
Are you shading in my mind
Are you shading in my mind

What does it all come down to, I'm losing myself
There are scissors for voodoo in my mind

I′m doing it my way
I'm doing it my way
What does it all come down to, I'm losing myself
There are scissors for voodoo in my mind
I′m doing it my way
I′m doing it my way

I'm doing it my way
I′m doing it my way