Questions can sometimes lead to doubt As feet get less sandy Maybe go live in Montreal Those songs make it seem perfect to me
Six times this month come back to me August will find a way Because the seasons never change I use your hands to follow the days
Questions can sometimes lead to doubt As feet get less sandy Maybe go live in Montreal Those songs make it seem perfect to me
Mulholland Bright silver night Crawls towards the day
Mulholland Come lift my eyes With words left to say
It gives back only to steal away Between the hills empty The places where I lay my head Mean less unless they’re open to me
Questions can sometimes let you down She tells me, “Come what may. You may not ever let it in, But you have my eyes to show you the way.”
Laurel Canyon’s dark Light enough to know The passage west is blocked By the hills of dust and row
Mulholland Bright silver night Crawls towards the day
Mulholland Come lift my eyes With words left to say
The west surrenders to the sea Swallows the sun only to be The light on your path to show that You need to lose to feel what’s missing
Of all the roads that take me back I know that time won’t let me have Mercy for missed directions You need to lose to feel what’s missing
Mulholland Bright silver night Crawls towards the day
Mulholland Come lift my eyes With words left to say
Mulholland Bright silver night Crawls towards the day
Mulholland Come lift my eyes With words left to sayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
