I saw your face in a magazine
That is to say
I saw your face on a screen
Now I'm no sage
But what you mean to me is obscene
And I know it can't be the same
I just hope you like me
'Cause I'm sick of holding on
When my hands are made of stone
And I'm sick of growing old
When I'm always feeling young
And I'm sick of being told
That I'm just another one
Another hopeless human soul
And I just want to be your sun
Oh
You could be so far away
And I'd still see you the same
And all these people around me
And none of them are you
And I'm sick of holding on
When my hands are made of stone
And I'm sick of growing old
When I'm always feeling young
And I'm sick of being told
That I'm just another one
Another hopeless human soul
And I just want to be your sun
Eclipse humano
(Oh)
Eclipse humano
Eclipse humano
