No choice
It was a love so big that it filled his heart
Til it swelled and finally burst apart
And where the love spilled out they called it art
But he never really had no choice
Whoa, he had no choice
No, he never had no choice
When he gave his river a voice
He never really had no choice.
He was thinking that the pain came much too soon
When he locked himself up inside his room
Well it hurt real bad to write that tune
but he never really had no choice
And there were some who could not understand
When he built those castles with his hands
And he knew damn well they were only sand
But he never really had no choice.
Whoa, he had no choice
No, he never had no choice
When he gave his river a voice
He never really had no choice.
Sometimes a man sometimes a boy
And he made some music and he made some noise
But he felt his pain and he felt his joy
But he never really had no choice.
There was a beautiful fire inside of him
As he balanced his way out on that limb
Could of burned right through that branch so thin
but he never really had no choice
Whoa, he had no choice
No, he never had no choice
When he gave his river a voice
He never really had no choice.
And they all talked about him when he died
They studied and they theorized
But when he was through they'd laughed and cried
And he never really had no choice
It was a love so big that it filled his heart
'Til it swelled and finally burst apart
Where the loved spilled out they called it art
But he never really had no choice
Whoa, he had no choice
No, he never had no choice
When he gave his river a voice
He never really had no choice.
Whoa, he had no choice
No, he never had no choice
When he gave his river a voice
He never really had no choice.
Sem Escolha
Era um amor tão grande que encheu seu coração
Até que inchou e finalmente estourou
E onde o amor transbordou, chamaram de arte
Mas ele nunca realmente teve escolha
Uau, ele não teve escolha
Não, ele nunca teve escolha
Quando deu voz ao seu rio
Ele nunca realmente teve escolha.
Ele estava pensando que a dor chegou cedo demais
Quando se trancou dentro do seu quarto
Bem, doeu pra caramba escrever essa canção
Mas ele nunca realmente teve escolha
E havia alguns que não podiam entender
Quando ele construiu aqueles castelos com as mãos
E ele sabia muito bem que eram só de areia
Mas ele nunca realmente teve escolha.
Uau, ele não teve escolha
Não, ele nunca teve escolha
Quando deu voz ao seu rio
Ele nunca realmente teve escolha.
Às vezes um homem, às vezes um garoto
E ele fez música e fez barulho
Mas ele sentiu sua dor e sentiu sua alegria
Mas ele nunca realmente teve escolha.
Havia um fogo lindo dentro dele
Enquanto ele se equilibrava naquela beirada
Poderia ter queimado aquele galho tão fino
Mas ele nunca realmente teve escolha
Uau, ele não teve escolha
Não, ele nunca teve escolha
Quando deu voz ao seu rio
Ele nunca realmente teve escolha.
E todos falaram sobre ele quando ele morreu
Estudaram e teorizaram
Mas quando ele se foi, riram e choraram
E ele nunca realmente teve escolha
Era um amor tão grande que encheu seu coração
Até que inchou e finalmente estourou
Onde o amor transbordou, chamaram de arte
Mas ele nunca realmente teve escolha
Uau, ele não teve escolha
Não, ele nunca teve escolha
Quando deu voz ao seu rio
Ele nunca realmente teve escolha.
Uau, ele não teve escolha
Não, ele nunca teve escolha
Quando deu voz ao seu rio
Ele nunca realmente teve escolha.