I'm waiting for something For something to come I wait for a breakthrough I wait for a sign I wander the streets, no purpose, no time I'm nodding my head when saying goodbye
Often I go back to that picture of my little boy And I just can't cry anymore He is all a river spilled into the sea In small steps climbing the hill I just can't cry anymore
In times of boredom I sail the ship of dreams Enjoy a sweet breeze of gentle fantasy Suddenly it's pitch black and I cannot see A blanket of longing surrounding me
Above the cloud there is an endless space In which we all dance the masquerade Nothing real Anymore The great bazaar is all about the choice you make This puzzle is for you to illustrate Riddle, riddle, take me home Ready to launch, get ready to fall
Often I go back to that picture of my little boy And I just can't cry anymore He is all a river spilled into the sea In small steps climbing the hill I just can't cry anymore So far from homeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
