The scenery’s changing and it warms my soul I’m 200 miles down and a long way yet to go So get your boots on and you're walking cool And we’ll together leave our footprints upon a virgin snow That ancient sunrise will soon descend And we’ll be left here pondering on the things which you cannot depend So let’s start over with no means to an end Just in love and out of hope and a closed hand, full of friends
Yeah, well, livin’ was alright but I was dead in the water Couldn’t see it in its light, I couldn’t kneel in its altar All I wanted was to tear it right down to the ground But I’m feeling alright now, yeah, I’m feeling alright
Every morning when the coffee’s on And I rediscover that color in your eyes, in its gold and its bronze And in the moonlight go get the camera, just go With the recitations of the parish poets popping on our scrolls
Yeah, well, I was alright but I was dead in the water Could see it’s light, I couldn’t kneel in its altar All I wanted was a turn right down to the promising Through this fleeting culture And hide away from wolves and the vultures All they wanted was to tear me right down to the ground Oh, I’m feeling alright, I am now, yeah, I’m feeling alright
In the recitations of the parish poets In the buildings, in the burrows, in the locked boats I will find my means to an end With an open heart in hold and a closed hand, full of friends
In the recitations of the parish poets In the buildings, in the burrows, in the lochte boats I will find my means to an end With an open heart in hold and a closed hand, full of friends
In the recitations of the parish poets In the buildings, in the burrows, in the locked boats I will find my means to an end With an open heart in hold and a closed hand, full of friends
In the recitations of the parish poets In the buildings, in the burrows, in the locked boats I will find my means to an end With an open heart in hold and a closed hand, full of friendsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
