January was a long one And February followed through I've got two hands but no pockets To pack these long months into There's nothing out there but a strange world Where nothing stays and nothing goes I have felt the touch of many And I know, I know, how it shows And in the springtime comes the washing A city damp and hung to dry Day is long now to answer The call, the fall of the night Ghosts like these ones, they have come a long way The distance they have gone is echoed by the pace Come a long way You dream in colours never spoken You dream of people who have died And in the silver light of morning You breathe a brand new morning sighTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
