The hourglass never really runs out of sand You get to the end and you just turn it upside down again It's like a book where the story never ends The plot keeps turning around I was dancing with my eyes closed The music had me in a trance Six o'clock in the morning came around I was the last one at the dance
Boy, it takes a stiff upper lip A turned-up collar and some very strong hips A strong will for when the money slips And they ain't calling you a lady now
A sister told me some time ago There's no reward for lost sheep You better learn to look sharp Keep it in the lines Don't go swimming where the river's too deep But I knew all along that that just wasn't me I was swimming in the river with the ghosts and debris Shouldn't a person at least try to be free Instead of giving up and just pretending to be?
The morning leaves you in a strange place Dirty mirror and a stranger's face Nowhere to run, too late to back out of it Might as well stick around and take a crack out of it
I heard it said many times that life is a dream But it ends up dreaming of a crazy machine That's been choking out the love Killing too many dreamers And I just want to tear that old machine down Ask me what what I would dream of in this place I dream of a forest where we could all meet face-to-face Where love could be love And dreams could be dreamers Dreamers dreaming of love and its many wonders Dreamers dreaming of love, one more time now Dreamers dreaming of loveTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
