Together arm in arm In an avenue white and tall Tower block buildings telling tales This is...
Time is waiting on the floor A... from who My friend is clawing at the dial It tells us half past two
Tall doors opened up I leave my friend no fear The jacket man with piercing suit Is looking for a tear He... his words in monotonal hums And draws a picture clear Of Dali's car, his silent self An eye pierces like a spear
Tell me man, like or not My time is short and soon I'll take your clock for Dali's car Take you spinning in the room Spinning in the room Spinning in the room
The waking hourTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
