On the mountain tall Whisper to me words in a voice so small Like the one that to Elijah called Quiet as a candle and bright as the morning sun
Though the fire and wind Shattered down the hills with a rage unbent And a fear that shook the firmament He was not within them, the clatter of brass and drums
I know you want me to be afraid I know you want me to love you I know you want me to be afraid I know you want me to love you
Still the wild wind blows Up out of the grave of an angry ghost Firing bricks from broken canon and prose To build a wall so high it reaches the heavens in the sky
I know you want me to be afraid I know you want me to love you I know you want me to be afraid I know you want me to love you
Still you beat your drums Raising holy war with every strum Shouting down the quiet kingdom come Brushing at your fingers, hoping you'll come aroundTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
