If you stand on the edge of the cage Watchin' the lights passin' -- When she broke from her pale blue shell Did you dream you would live to tell That you'd see her fade like this You feel cold and you feel sick As a child you cannot believe They would block out the sun with their wings Like a river of blood and bone In their millions they moved as one But not one would survive To cover up the sky If you stand on the edge of the creek Watchin' water wash over me I don't wanna - that stone I leave guitars, I leave some songs I leave photographs and signs In quiet corners of your lifeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
