There's a cruel crumpling sound from over yonder by the steeplechase It's a sound of coming down like horses slamming on The brakes it's the sound of a crowd, of an equine crowd Hin the vacuum of its age
It's a sound coming down of an entirely different race It's a sound coming down like il palio Sent splayed and sprawling into a cafe in an explosion of table legs and trays It's a sound coming down like a chuckwagon when it strays A little too far from the stampede days And slams into the butterfly chase That's the sound Coming downTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
