All the winds in the branches are blowing And nobody comes to the door Singing to the side rooms And work out your thoughts for yourself
All the gulls in England are calling Like thoughts of somebody else Walk in to the darkness Don't turn around Turn around Turn around Turn around
Clouds scud across the oblivious day Still smile at the same things The great mother is coming and going The sun rises and falls through the air Kid, make your own mess Don't turn around Turn around Turn around Turn aroundTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
