When we were youngsters Me and little brother Slip out the bedroom window Slide down that gutter Made our way Through the darkness Through the alleys And the shortcuts Climb that ladder Up the water tower
We used to sit And dream them dreams Of how our lives would be As we grew older Dreams of glory and power Everything looked smaller And at the same time taller Stretched on forever The view from the tower
Big river was rolling Seven year flood flowing Winds of war a-blowing Icy cold and snowing Boys grew into men then Right there and then then Little brother headed one way And I went the other
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Little brother dug in deeper As my climb grew steeper While he was building him a home I built a tower of my own We used to glimpse one another Across the wide rolling river Turn our gaze from each other Pretend we didn't remember
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I went down to the river Found a note in a bottle Read it there by the water It said "I miss my brother" I went and got my hammer Tore down my tower Built a raft and a rudder Sailed across that river I went and found my brother His children and their mother Never more will I wanderTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
