If I was a wave to pant Underneath your power If I was a leaf to fly Up out from the bower If I was a cloud to burst In a sudden shower I would never bow before This weight of hours
Tell me are the rumours true? Are you growing weak? Maybe it's the climate Or some harsh critique But I used to hear you singing Now all you do is speak In whispers to the withered ferns On devil's peak
A cargo ship moves across the bay The Mediterranean is ages away My dry lips don't know what to say Quivering in the wave's intenser day
My tears sudden and uncouth Grit in my eye is a grain of truth Wind ruffling my plume of youth So tatterdemalion
Waves crashing on the side of the wall Nothing makes sense in the city at all You'd like to see it crumble and fall Go ahead and sigh now
This garden more yellow than green Drinking tea, eating florentines Oh tell me where on earth have you been? The fountain is dry now The fountain is dry now The fountain is dry nowTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
