A brave morning Thoughts flap their wings and fly And I can still taste Defeat on my lips
Bright tie, fish fly I have not yet arrived How can I not admit I need to know you
Cause I just want to be Something more than the mud in your eyes I want to be the clay in your hands
Hey sorrow where are you Tomorrow just won't be the same Without you here I'll wish for shoulders bold and broad to bear And strength to hold my head above them
Cause I just want to be Something more than the mud in your eyes I want to be the clay in your hands
Cause Gloria is silent And glory is a silent thingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
