Things, riches, they can be replaced People, they can't be replaced Some say the life we live is the game we play Why do we play when we're in checkmate?
Braids, guitars, we'd sing every night Fields, flowers, it all felt so right When one fell down I'd be there lifting them up Those hands holding the feathers of
My wings
Three brothers running with the breeze Never thought they'd be running from me
Fights, crying, we'd all disagree Screams, lying, you'd pack all your things The price we pay to get our way is far too big The world's gone mad How can I protect you with
My wings?
Three friends who'd spend their days laughing Lost in the depths of their beliefs Each standing on the edge, overflowing with regret The past one forgets Destruction, loss and death The voices in your head Power turned to madness
You leaped and you reached But you couldn't quite grab
My wings Oh, my wings
Three sons have now become just two Don't fret, I'll gather both of you In my In my Come and I'll wrap you in my WingsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
