When I’m shivering in the morning dust again Then I sliver stale bread and give it to the doves They are fluttering around me at the old marketplace And then I worship somehow when we’re thinking out loud
What's the chapel of mine? I begged you as we walked the brown meadows All the colours were much more intense 'cause it had rained before
And the chapels I know are warm and inside Are multi-entwined aisles I need to define So that I could see its tortuous structures
I thought that you Could lead me through
When I’m shivering in the morning dust again Then I sliver stale bread and give it to the doves They are fluttering around me at the old marketplace And I worship somehow when we’re thinking out loud
What's the chapel of mine? I begged you as we walked the brown meadows All colours were much more intense 'cause it’d rained before What's the chapel of mine? I begged you as we walked the brown meadows All colours were much more intense 'cause it’d rained before
You believe to be on an ill-fated ship But got enough time, live a satisfying life on it And where all common-sense is gone People want the chapels for their own
You believe to be on an ill-fated ship But got enough time, live a satisfying life on it And where all common-sense is gone People want the chapels for their own
And where all common-sense is gone People want the chapels for their own
And where all common-sense is gone People want the chapels for their own
And where all common sense is gone People want the chapels for their own
And the chapels I know are warm and inside Are multi-entwined aisles I need to define So that I could see its tortuous structuresTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
