Follow The flight of the north moving birds Steady The echo, the great moving herd
They fly through the night Fill their wings and their sights With cold air and pale shadowed moons
Oh lover, kid you not Though we promised a lot I must fly from you
So hold me Sing me to sleep On the crest of a late breaking wave And write me Into your thoughts I'll be safe with the words on the page
Shadow The light plays its own little games Dream world Its own silent claim to remain
And it'll follow you still Through the streams and the hills And remnants of gold autumn leaves
Oh lover, you can walk But your shadow still stalks From between the trees
So hold me Sing me to sleep On the crest of a late breaking wave And write me Into your thoughts I'll be safe with the words on the pageTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
