Roads, these roads are clad in smoke Your talks are drifting past like trains - they scarcely stop Now I'm gone astray in here Where tired walls are chattering...... Don't stay! Don't stay!
... and all the ones around me are fainting shapes again
Fear has shut away your dreams You walk towards a smokescreen, fretful tool
I start to sing a song about the cat with the silvery paws She plays with starry blades of grass and dreams her little life away I wonder where I am - under the snow in a sunday cloak But you just say I'd think too much Maybe you're right - who will ever know?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
