Can't trace this conversation -- words fragment and fall into blue shadows by a white-baked wall. through shimmering spaces a single thrush calls -- a song when it's over is no song at all.
(Chorus:) and you know I long to feel that sail leaping in the wind and i long to see what lies beyond that rim oh, ever-new lover and friend sing me that love song again.
time measured in summersaults and flickering kids' play -- cross-world and southward it's a fine summer day translucent life-span evaporates away to bead on the cool grass in a cyclic ballet
(repeat chorus)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
