It's possible that even we were younger Our pockets full and never knowing hunger Charmed like sleepwalkers on a precipice Dreaming as one inside our chrysalis
Out the summer windows, in through winter doors Ever falls the twilight on our jagged shores
Where once was land of rare and rolling mountains The sea came in through all our golden fountains The truth is as sudden as a hailstorm And guides weary sailors to the maelstrom
Out the summer windows, in through winter doors Ever falls the twilight on our jagged shoresTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
