Turn and the world turns on, we're riding out with the dawn All fixed up once again like a thousand times before Beneath the blessed sun and the coming day And the years don't change a thing - the rush remains the same And I feel like a knife, these days are calling I feel like a knife, sharpened like steel Touched by the hand of the gods on these golden mornings I feel like a knife for you
Stopped on the way down to the sea on the wide and lonely roads The scent of summer nights and the warm fever of dreams Beneath the falling stars, with the music loud We're dancing spinning round in the wild cascading lights And I feel like a knife...
These days to remember where it was that we came from What was it that we wanted before all the changes And the hardest part is choosing and watching all the doors closing No turning back, no turning back
Well the years and the miles don't change a thing The blood remains the same It's a dream in a dream in a dream in a dream With the darkness rushing by again And I feel like a knife...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
