Arms out of windows, the wind resists Open palms, and closed fists And we're sailing like a river bird Sails, antennas, wings and keels
A muted smile, a muted sunrise The only lick of life in a broken sky The only thing left, that you could let through And blew through you, and it shone through you
You and me, like fresh graffiti And maybe that bit of insanity That ran those legs into extraordinary fields Growing away, the only weapon left
Under a magician's sky This is how I think of you Now, inhaling, locked in time Uh huh, this is how I think of you A broken oar, on the rocks overnight Under a magician's sky Uh huh, this is how I think of you This is how I think of you
Tell me all about it some time Tell me about it some time Tell me all about it some time Tell me about it some timeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
