When Adam's plane went down in Rome I thought I was the last to see him Standing all alone on the sidewalk Maybe I was too young to know Maybe I saw a bit of me in him And in the strange wind whipping all around us We began ordinary citizens Washed up and so what? Born late Too late God, it seems we've been stumbling a bit
When Adam's plane went down in France I just covered up his body I'll admit I didn't know what I was doing Maybe I should have looked ahead Or lived only for the moment With a bit of red wine He stumbled in to meet me Who am I to complain? Washed up and so what? Born late Too late God, it seems we've been stumbling a bit But Adam says, "I'm fine."
When Adam's plane went down in Oklahoma I had nearly forgotten all about him There was no blood He had no holes cut through him Still I looked away Let me try to explain He's still alive and he's haunting me We may end caged animals God, it seems we've been stumbling a bit But Adam says, "I'm fine."
In a way, we looked over our shoulders In a way, made it hard for ourselves In the sky is a bird that considers Where to fly and nobody else In a way, we were old to begin with In a way, made it hard for ourselves In the sky is a bird that considers Where to fly and nobody elseTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
