Running across the big, big mountain There is no way to go And how many lives have reached their endings Silently killed by the snowfall of the ghosts
Their bodies are clean, they make their music From under rock 'n' roll And can we confirm their wayward spirits Are something more than the souls of what we're told?
Channeling all these age-old questions Mind knows where it's been How does it always seem to happen That daylight starts just as nighttime rushes in?
And I don't know what to do without you And I don't know what to do without you
Look at the clock, it's porcelain doll-face Is actually made of snow Father awakes to greet the daylight His great mortal cause has filled this heart with hopeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
