Bury everything you own On a hill in Peckham Rye Say a prayer for those you've known As tracer fire scars the sky
A heaven of abandoned stars River running black and red Fight your way through crowds and cars As rockets flower overhead
Meet me in the dust cloud As The Towers topple over ground We can be ghosts now We don't ever have to make a sound
Meet me in the white light As the city slowly lifts away We can be a ghost now With the memory of another day
Meet me in the white light, in the white light nowTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
