My Teacher Died Paroles

of what i cannot tell...



i read his books for years

i've gone all through them

how i wanted one last fix

but he's not writing now

oh, my teacher died

i felt sorry

but i wasn't sorry


my skin was sensitized

to air that rushed in cool

oh !

my teacher's eyes

were gentle as any man's have been



there are no superstars

there is no superman

there's only everyone

i learn from whom i can

oh, my teacher died

and i felt sorry

but i wasn't sorry...



my teacher died

and i'm a student now

of whom i cannot tell

of what i cannot tell !