Gaya's crying, can't you hear her crying Like a whisper, oh so very soft and low If you listen, underneath the status quo Will she still be friends and once again Pardon our ignorance? Can we make ammends so near the end? Is there no second chance?
No one hears when gaya cries No one cares to wonder why Can't they see the tears in gaya's eyes? Gaya's crying (yes she is)
Selfish children, greedy little children Took her loving and gave her nothing in return Like invaders, everything is slash and burn Count up every face and every race That we will never see Count the human ache we can't escape The tears are for you and me
As her lovely green eyes Turn black And her pretty blue dress Turn black And her gentle red lips Turn black Everything that she has Turn black And is it too late? Turn back Is it too late? Turn back Is it too late?
No facts of life, no birds and bees Can't see the forest, can't see the trees Oh pitiful capricious lies That hide the tears in gaya's eyesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
