We are all voyagers away from home searching for something lost waiting for something to be born we are the dreamers of a futile dream aiming at measuring the boundless size of light on earth
every lonely day we still cling to something to last something we can't see and with all our idle words we try building empires and behind the door we still cling to something to last that no one can feel and with all the words we have we keep holding on
there's something sad in my heart hoping for an errant wave to carry my words away on the current of time watch them swimming homeward ride the lonely sea spray the words come back to me and speak to me as fragile as a whisper on the wind
every lonely day we still cling to something to last something we can't see and with all our idle words we will build an empire and behind the door we still cling to something to last that no one can feel and with all the words we have we keep holding on
every lonely day we still cling to something to last something we can't see and with all our idle words we will build an empire and behind the door we still cling to something to last that no one can feel and with all the words we have we will build a new dream...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
