Burnt skies And the trees are dead and grey After a map Of a war we never made My grandfather A railroad man Not afraid of right and wrong Or how to take a stand
Into the fire Against the wind Up and down and back again Under the bridge Over the coals This is the march of a broken soul Step by step One by one You'll be counted on Lights go up So don't be late For the curtain call 'Cause I've never been the type to seize the moment It's not too late While breaking down the old bricks in the wall
Dusty town South of Mandalay Where she still lives to this day Tears are hot And the trail's gone cold Those demons follow me Wherever I go
Into the fire Against the wind Up and down and back again Under the bridge Over the coals This is the march of a broken soul Step by step One by one You'll be counted on Lights go up So don't be late For the curtain call 'Cause I've never been the type to seize the moment It's not too late While breaking down the old bricks in the wall
Burnt skies And the trees are dead and grey After a map Of a war we never made My grandfather A railroad man Not afraid of right and wrong Or how to take a stand
Into the fire Against the wind Up and down and back again Under the bridge Over the coals This is the march of a broken soul Step by step One by one You'll be counted on Lights go up So don't be late For the curtain call 'Cause I've never been the type to seize the moment It's not too late While breaking down the old bricks in the wallTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
