Eight miles high And when you touch down You find you´re Stranger than known Signs in the street That say where you´re going Are somewhere
Just being their own
Nowhere is there Warmth to be found Just those afraid Of losing their ground Rain grey town Known for its sound In places Small faces around Round the squares Huddled in storms
Some laughing Some just shapeless forms Sidewalk scenes And black limousines Some living Some standing AloneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
