I got two hands of paper When I reach for a prize they just collapse I have tried to 'maché them together But it only buys me seconds til the next relapse
It's the time of the year the night falls faster And I've made a bed out of this park bench I am soaked in the sunlight's laughter As it sets fire to the Brooklyn Bridge
Dreamer, you have held Your own name at ransom For visions that have kissed your brow But the only toll you owе Is the guts it takes to know yourself
I got a goldеn face, an Iron body and two feet of clay So it goes that's the sober truth of What it means to have what it takes
It's the time of the night the water rises And I've made a home in the New York bay I am drenched in a cherry sky as The horizon outbursts into flames
Dreamer, you have held Your own name at ransom For visions that have kissed your brow But the only toll you owe Is the guts it takes to know you're
Standing at the door Counting knocks, noting clocks No one seems to hear your plea And the moon that's left to rise Is the time it takes to realize You've got the keyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.