Running, jumping, pushing its way Morning, nighttime blends into day Can't find curtains to shut it away
We were alone in the hills of the nights And the neon dawn lets in the lights And the milkman that nobody knows Brings bottles of tears At the house full of laughter Nobody hears
Oh, the grass is turned black By the ship coming back from the stars (Golden stars) The seas turned to steam When we boiled the dream of tomorrow (Tomorrow)
When it gets light Some of them always stay She's dressed in white Till the smoke turns her grey
Falling, stumbling, feeling its way Morning, nighttime blends into day Can't find warmth to push it away
I used to be alone in the hills of the clouds And the flotsam dawn, oh it brings in the crowds And the angel who sits in her car Full of despair And the hoses that came from the town Put out the fire
Oh, the seas have run dry When the sun's one good eye is too blind to see The gods have gone bad From the good times we had burning bright (Such good times)
When it gets light Some of them always stay She's dressed in white Till the smoke turns her grey She's gray Ah, she's gray Oh, she's grayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
