Livingstone I presume I've not much time, we'll have to make do The currents of our times Make the windmill of my mind Crumble and split
I'm running down a ghost Hoping I catch up The feeling comes and goes With tired eyes, 100 lives
Like a painting by Degas Yea we're dancing through the scene From the swan dive to the ball Yea we're not as safe as we seem
A thorn in a slender side And a back into a knife Twisting and shouting A danse macabre on a hot summer night
I'm running down a ghost Hoping I catch up The feeling comes and goes With tired eyes, 100 livesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
