Night owns my white bones but What's left is still singing Strange prayers in high places Wild airs with wilder graces Birds fly with no motion What draws me draws the ocean
Down on my knees again Still believing In the time of reason no more Down on my knees again Still believing Peace of mind is worth any chore
Great dreams and laid schemes Just blown down by high winds and Strong signs from old forces Wild dogs run trackless courses Night changes sweet mountains Vain hopes feed cold fountains
Down on my knees again Still believing In the time of reason no more Down on my knees again Still believing Peace of mind is worth any chore
Night owns my white bones but What's left is still singing Strange prayers in high places Wild airs with wilder graces Birds fly with no motion What draws me draws the ocean
Down on my knees again Still believing In the time of reason no more Down on my knees again Still believing Peace of mind is worth any choreTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
