Just swing your arms and take a long stride. See the old highway sunbaked and wide. It's chalk white dust hangs low in the sky under White stone eyes. The only sound I hear is the sound of our feet neither marching forward nor in retreat. Just a plodding joyful beat beneath White stone eyes
Eyes that see nothing, eyes that are blind. Eyes that see nothing, eyes that don't cry. Eyes that see nothing, eyes that are blind. Eyes that see nothing, eyes that don't cry
Silence, no talking. Leave that to the birds, leave that to the beasts. There are no problems to solve no progress to be made. Just a single file formation of bodies on parade warmed by a hot sun. Above a gentle smile
Eyes that see nothing, eyes that are blind. Eyes that see nothing, eyes that don't cry. Eyes that see nothing, eyes that are blind. Eyes that see nothing, eyes that don't cry. Eyes that don't cry. Cry Cry.
Eyes that see nothing, eyes that are blind. Eyes that see nothing, eyes that don't cry. Eyes that see nothing, eyes that are blind. Eyes that see nothing, eyes that don't cry. White Stone eyes that see nothing, white stone eyes that are blind. White stone eyes that see nothing. White stone eyes that don't cry. White stone eyes that see nothing, white stone eyes that are blind, White stone eyes that see nothing. White stone eyes that don't cry. White stone eyes. White stone eyes.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
