Looks Like Chaplin
I feel the wash
Close down the street
Yet Chaplin walks
Feet nine fifteen
And I hear them
Hear them call his name
And I see him
See him turn away
They take him in
And clean him up
Well, they take him in
And strip him down
They dry his skin
And feed him wine
And I hear them
Hear them call his name
And I see him
See him turn away
Asks to use the phone
Yet he lives alone, he lives alone
There's no one, no one home to phone
Sits alone at home
He calls his home his own
His wife is still unknown
Parece Chaplin
Siento el lavado
Cerrando la calle
Pero Chaplin camina
Pies nueve quince
Y los escucho
Escucho que llaman su nombre
Y lo veo
Lo veo alejarse
Lo llevan
Y lo arreglan
Bueno, lo llevan
Y lo desnudan
Le secan la piel
Y le dan vino
Y los escucho
Escucho que llaman su nombre
Y lo veo
Lo veo alejarse
Pide usar el teléfono
Pero vive solo, vive solo
No hay nadie, nadie en casa para llamar
Se sienta solo en casa
Llama a su hogar suyo
Su esposa sigue siendo desconocida
Escrita por: Kelly Jones / Richard Jones / Stuart Cable