While My Guitar Gently Weeps - Marc Ribot

i look, at you all, see the love, there that's sleeping,
while my guitar gently weeps.
i look, at the floor, and i see it needs sweeping,
still my guitar gently weeps
i don't know why, nobody told you, how to unfold your love.
i don't know how, someone controlled you, they bought and sold you.
i look, at the world, and i notice it's turning,
while my guitar gently weeps.
with every mistake, we must surely, be learning,
still my guitar gently weeps
i don't know how, you were diverted, you were perverted, too.
i don't know how, you were inverted, no one alerted you.
i look, at you all, see the love, there that's sleeping,
while my guitar, gently weeps.
i look at you all...
still my guitar gently weeps...