A slight call afar is tempting me Like a whisper sweet or an awful scream I cannot ignore what I've always been I am leaving again - one last time?
Laid on the pale scythe of the Moon I play with stars around me The elvendom is now calling out my name
My fairy and I are wandering through times And stories forgotten, some old fairytales Of wizards of Oz, of lost keys and gardens Hiding secret doors that lead to a dream For those who believe there's always a door to get in
A slight call afar is tempting me Like a whisper sweet or an awful scream I cannot ignore what I've always been I am leaving again - one last time? In my little kingdom I can be what I really Wanted to be - The wanderer
I'm hearing scratches at my door Somebody wants me again Some little creatures will be my fellows
My demon and I are playing some Wicked games I should not play, not fair to be played Don't tell anyone the place where I'm going 'cause they won't believe - This time I don't know If I'll ever return, say goodbye for me to my home
A slight call afar is tempting me Like a whisper sweet or an awful scream I cannot ignore what I've always been I am leaving again - one last time? In my little kingdom I can be what I really Wanted to be - The wandererTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
