A kind of magic, one dream, one soul, one prize...
No one knows what it's like to be the bad man, to be the sad man. Behind blue eyes. And no one knows what it's like to be hated
To be fated, to telling only lies.But my dreams, they aren't as empty, as my conscience seems to be. I have hours, only lonely. My love is vengeance that's never free. No one knows what it's like to feel these feelings. Like I do and I blame you. No one bites back as hard. On their anger. None of my pain an' woes can show through. But my dreams, they aren't as empty, as my conscience seems to be. I have hours, only lonely. My love is vengeance that's never free. No one knows what it's like to feel these feelings. Like I do and I blame you. No one bites back as hard. On their anger. None of my pain an' woes can show through. (Behind Blue Eyes)