There's a feathered cloud in an open sky And the pale-tailed moon goes sailing by This old engine housing's streaked with rain And we're pushing down on them chains again Friend we're like the wind that blows Like the sea we come and go
And I'm not trying to tell you How I think that it should be I know deep down inside We are yearning to be free And you're only gonna think of No 1 So what am I to say No matter what you do We're always hurting anyway Forever our hearts will be Always running for what we see By the strings of this old guitar I swear, Que sera
And you're rolling down old runway ten And the present becomes the past and then Rotating through the driving rain And you're way above those clouds again And I'm not trying to tell you How I think that it should be I know deep down inside We are yearning to be free And you're only gonna think of No 1 So what am I to say No matter what you do We're always hurting anyway
Forever our hearts will be Always running for what we see By the strings of this old guitar I swear, Que seraTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
