On the day that I found I was travelling With words too heavy Hammering my skull Was the day that I woke on a train Looked around in my cabin Heard the rhythm of the wagon Repeating, the beating:
There's a morning on the way
When you're locked like a thief In the poor arms of expectation Oxygen is thin In the middle of Spain but you're Freezing from isolation Get yourself together and sing:
There's a morning on the wayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
