He's leaving for Denmark in a few days And I don't know when he's coming home He's leaving for Denmark in a few days And I don't think he's travelling alone Hear me call Hear me cry Hear me shout at the sky Love is just a box of tricks - nothing could be safer Light the Touch-Paper
There's nothing in Denmark - there's fields and there's woods But there's someone that he wants to see I'm piecing together the tought that he could Do this kind of hurting to me Hear me call hear me cry Hear me shout at the sky Love is just a box of tricks - nothing could be safer Light the Touch-Paper
Oh Passion is short-lived and fashion is sacred and faces forgotten in time I'll light a candle and I'll paint a portrait And I will forget you were mine
I dream of the railway that runs across France And my friends in Paris and Rome He's leaving for Denmark in a few days And I don't know when he's coming home Hear me call hear me cry Hear me shout at the sky Love is just a box of tricks - nothing could be safer Light the Touch-PaperTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
