A cripple on his deathbed And the daydream he did ride All past the streams of fire On a petal path did glide
He left his wheelchair spinning Deeper in the mud In it set his memories In its body and its blood
An angel came to greet him By his side she flew Whispered, as a part of him What he already knew
His head was spinning freely And it was plain to see His burden was himself, he bore The sight his eyes could see
His death, it died quite easily Right there, was gone for good But he couldn't see his loved one Like he thought he should
He thought if they were gone, said he And this cannot be true The search to find what wasn't there Has brought him back to youTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
