Always almost there That ledge is the only thing I ever see Born in the heat to keep it always out of my reach Grab on a hold each treasure while you go Before they turn to sand this man is all alone
A Haze, what a storm what a maze which one, which one, which one's the way lost, lost his trust and now roams the barren dunes bones continue to rust
up and down up and down up and down up and down up and down up and down we go
always almost there
That ledge is the only thing I ever see born in the heat to keep it always out of my reach grab on ahold each treasure while you go before they turn to sand this man is all alone
Well If I had it all If i had it all what life would leave me satisfied
all of this gold all of this gold it dont weigh enough to make this life whole
Shelter Something felt for sure molton beads of his lotus feet dangle by his belt Pure Pure Pure Bhagavatam, dhruva, madhuvan deep into the forest he will go no more demon roars
that ledge is the only thing I ever see Born in the heat to keep it always out of my reach grab on ahold of each treasure while you go before they turn to sand this man is all alone
Well If I had it all If i had it all what life would leave me satisfied all of this gold all of this gold it dont weigh enough to make this life wholeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
