In this golden age, indifference reigns I lay down my head My pillow the sidewalk I hear the dance of rain On the empty streets, past cathedral spires And the angels wings before dawn Cross the empty fields and silent shires This is how I hear you Call - calling, beautiful rain Fall - falling, call me again
In this olden world Harder than a gemstone would it be to change Once a youthful garden now her flowers fade And her soul hardens Her skies rage and her babies won't age And history falls hard from the page
Fall falling, beautiful rain Call calling, call me againTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
