She got down on hands and knees, One ear against the ground, Holding her breath to hear something, But the dirt made not a sound tonight
Echoes of songs still lurk on distant foreign shores, Where we danced just to please the gods that only ask for more, So it goes
But still we give ourselves to this We can't spend our lives waiting to live
On cold nights In a prayer for dawn But the daylight Isn’t what she wants
The concrete Calls my name again I'm falling Through the cracks I slip
The postcard says wish you were here But I’d rather I was there, Holding on to the simple things before they disappear, That’s what I meant
But that was then, and this is now I'll make it up to you somehow
On cold nights In a prayer for dawn But the daylight Isn’t what she wants
The concrete Calls my name again I'm falling Through the cracks I slip
A destination, a fading smile. Another station, another mile. Another day gone, I swore that I will. Be there before dawn. So be there, I will.
She got down on hands and knees, One ear against the ground, Holding her breath to hear something, Anything at all
The dirt whispered, "Child, I'm coming home"
On cold nights In a prayer for dawn But the daylight Isn’t what she wants
The concrete Calls my name again I'm falling Through the cracks I slipTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
