Feel - Robbie Williams

Come on hold my hand,
I wanna contact the living.
Not sure I understand,
This role I’ve been given.

I sit and talk to god
And he just laughs at my plans,
My head speaks a language,
I don’t understand.

I just wanna feel real love,
Feel the home that I live in.
’cause I got too much life,
Running through my veins, going to waste.

I don’t wanna die,
But I ain’t keen on living either.
Before I fall in love,
I’m preparing to leave her.

I scare myself to death,
That’s why I keep on running.
Before I’ve arrived,
I can see myself coming.

I just wanna feel real love,
Feel the home that I live in.
’cause I got too much life,
Running through my veins, going to waste.

And I need to feel, real love
And a life ever after.
I cannot get enough.

I just wanna feel real love,
Feel the home that I live in,
I got too much love,
Running through my veins, going to waste.

I just wanna feel real love,
In a life ever after
There’s a hole in my soul,
You can see it in my face, it’s a real big place.

Come and hold my hand,
I wanna contact the living,
Not sure I understand,
This role I’ve been given

Not sure I understand.
Not sure I understand.
Not sure I understand.
Not sure I understand.

O Robbie Williams é uma besta, disto não tenho dúvidas. É conhecido por ser um tipo bastante nojento, com todos os vícios possíveis e imaginários e com dinheiro para os satisfazer a todos. Mas esse facto não tira nada à beleza e a grandeza desta música. Muito pelo contrário. Esta música é prova de que o desejo de ser amado, de ser infinitamente amado, é comum em todos os homens, até naqueles que têm dinheiro suficiente para atulhar o desejo.

O grito de Robbie Williams, no meio de toda a sua incoerência, é o meu grito: "I just wanna feel real love/In a life ever after/There’s a hole in my soul/You can see it in my face/it’s a real big place."