When I was a child I would lie in the green and look up to the sky. Pondering how our gravity held us from floating into nothingness to die. Into nothingness to die, shit. Then where did I come from? Does God really exist, does heaven exist or am I the only one? Am I the only one? A product of earth and sea. No matter what the answer my God, there’s such little time here for me. They’ve faced us with their tanks, they’ve faced us with their guns, they’ve faced us with their war. Our musicians tell them every day we don’t want this anymore. Men will fight for many things and many men will die. And some have only a voice to speak and here alone stand I. Everyone we’ve hurt and everyone that’s been, we will all be together at the end. Oh, if we had the sight, oh if we could have seen where the swans are on the pond again the flowers are back in bloom. No longer will I look for peace in antrim or in taum. I will cherish every skyline, every second of my true love’s time. Now my love, my roving days are over. And if this time must end then it’s by goodness it must end. I’ve never been so lucky with a lover or a friend. Where our words they will not smite and we’ll spend our time as friends. Where it will be how it should have been how all good dreams should end. I will cherish every skyline, every ticking clock’s time. And now I know my roving days are over.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
