Touching down, high wire clown Balances dreams that he's chosen Northern lights all draped around Melting stream that was frozen
Bicycles with rusted wheels The frame in need of adjusting Red sky night that Fred Neil feels Back when the Grove wasn't bustling
The working tide will come around again A serenade lies waiting in the wind
For all your worldly treasures There's nothing to be won Nothing left to measure Just you and me and the colour of the sun
Wild-eyed child wonders how The sky connects to the ocean Spinning fast then as now She's unaware of the motion
The wise men and the fools keep taking turns Every day more bridges seem to burn
With all your vaults of treasure Would you trade them for some fun? What's the price of pleasure Just you and me
You can add subtract divide or multiply Watch the particles collide And trust the stars up in the sky
Sand dunes gone, snatched by a storm Are the poles really shifting? Gypsy rains wash o'er the plains Wood and dreams are still drifting
The best the times can still somehow be found Even the worst of beaches will never let you down
For all your worldly treasures For your battles lost and won Nothing left to measure Just you and me and the colour of the sunTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
