how many times, swan we got cold you uncorked your wine how far we drove drunk on a car of paper charms
light drawing sun cartoons sunday fairs and red ballons
how far we seemed to fly calling life a sugar spoon pain was a bird to fight sending feathered sticky kites through the night
spring saw us leaving thinking to slide down a moony river but reaching just a cardboard sea the promised wonderland
cross the drums battle sounds soon we lost our paper wings
knew the thirst knew the pain learned to walk
to the man trying to stand we composed our best songs
iron shoes tramped on us mad fanfare of dirty tunes
then we knew taste of dust learned to fight
to the man shaking fists we composed our last songs
new every morning our poems will turn with care just like the sunflowers cause we know the taste of time how, how far we drove swan from our fading paper town far from your sticky moons shiny kites and red ballons your nowhere wonderland ...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
