Friend of mine, what did you find? The fog of a nightmare dissipating A rolling sign, better than mine The ghosts of a different dream are waiting A different kind of kiss The souls of a different mist are rolling Ive been inside the mist The ghosts of another fist are calling
The troops are led in tournament red In spite of the ogres trumpet blaring A world of hate cant penetrate The crest of a different shield youre wearing A different kind of fight And keep those telephones a-ringing Ive been inside all right The ghosts of a different dream are singingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
