Blue as the crying skies With no thorn and no thistle Only an open face Staring at the waking world
And maybe she's just a morning glory Lost in a tangle of vines Maybe she's just a morning glory lost in a tangle of vines
Her arms stretch wide To receive the light And her roots go deep into the black earth For strength and she blooms
And maybe she's just a morning glory Lost in a tangle of vines And maybe she's just a morning glory Lost in a tangle of vines
She blooms while the people sleep Only the travelers see her To those who rise with the noonday sun She is a closed mystery
And maybe she's just a morning glory Lost in a tangle of vines And maybe she's just a morning glory Lost in a tangle of vines Lost in a tangle of vines Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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