We take stock and process Like the horses lick and chew Here deep down in the silent, golden valley (It) feels as if we are gently renewed
I just don't think that I'll ever be able To let go of you completely I stand in the dried up stream Stuck like a burr Waiting for water to greet me
Time, time, time, time Stands underneath his tree Time, time, time, time Wеaving Autumn's tapestry
There is a stubborn part of mе Clinging onto tired patterns (I'm) forever trying to rein them back Like an old and ragged quilt where Some of the squares are still perfectly intact
It is the curtain that separates The two places I'm often caught between Sometimes it's pale in the sun yet Often dividing Often fusing reality and dreams
Time, time, time, time Stands underneath his tree And time, time, time, time Weaving Autumn's tapestryTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
