I can hear your voice, in my head at home Never feel far away, never feel alone And after all these years I'm just at the end of this phone call
Dark red winds are coming in I hear your voice slipping through the telephone Dark red winds are coming in I hear your voice slipping through the sands
Dark red quicksand, all I've ever known St. Christopher only skin and bone And after all these years You're just at the end of this phone call
Dark red winds are coming in I hear your voice slipping through the telephone Dark red winds are coming in I hear your voice slipping through the sandsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
