Out of water into daughter Formed in fable; waves of dolor Pull up on the sail Time is thinly veiled With the harbourers eye hanging over
Spirit fleeting, hope retreating Torrid morning; no words of warning But how quickly she's breaching Lovers hand I'll be reaching Quick to start, early depart
Floating in the palisades Staring with your lighthouse gaze You're floating in the palisades Staring with your lighthouse gaze
Well, what could have been will set me free What could have been will set me free What could have been will set me free What could have been
What could have been will set me free What could have been will set me free What could have been will set me free What could have beenTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
