You watch the candle burning You stand inside the flame You thought you were a light bulb You've never known your age Or the number of the page
And though you've seldom travelled You've rode upon the world You've sat inside the saddle You've watched the skies unfurl You've rode upon the world
We've seen you raging naked Across mountain and plain You've played with painted ladies You've trod the narrow way Trod the narrow way
There's nothing here to mention As silently the rust Digests the foundations And gathers with the dust And gathers with the dust
The times you think of speaking There is nobody near The times you think of listening There is nothing to hear There is nothing to hear
You watch the candle burning You stand inside the flame You thought you were a light bulb You've never known your age Or the number of the pageTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
