Looks Like Chaplin
Stereophonics
Letra

I feel the wash
Close down the street
Yet Chaplin walks
Feet nine fifteen

And I hear them
Hear them call his name
And I see him
See him turn away

They take him in
And clean him up

Well, they take him in
And strip him down
They dry his skin
And feed him wine

And I hear them
Hear them call his name
And I see him
See him turn away

Asks to use the phone
Yet he lives alone, he lives alone
There's no one, no one home to phone
Sits alone at home
He calls his home his own
His wife is still unknown