Everybody's Talking en Nei Lisboa

Everybody's talking at me
But I don't hear a word they're saying
Only the echos of my mind
People stopping, staring
But I can't see their faces
Only the shadows of their eyes

I'm going where the sun keeps shining
Through the pouring rain
Going where the weather suits my clothes
Backing off from the northeast wind
Sailing on summer breeze
Skipping over the ocean like a stone