Mother, with your hand in mine We will walk the way Of the dark divine We will kiss the soil We will cross the line
Oh how I dreamed of things impossible Oh how I dreamed of things impossible
Seems like a life ago I had walked the fields where the flowers grow I had picked the bloom of my beautiful sorrow
Oh how I dreamed of things impossible Oh how I dreamed of things impossible
You would scream despair And dry the teeming land And reach beneath the Earth And offer me your hand And save me And save me And save me
Sometimes I feel your pain Like a driven nail Like the falling rain Like the future pulled through an open vain
Oh how I dreamed of things impossible Oh how I dreamed of things impossible
See the gaping wound The blood on which I float Your love is both the poison And the antidote That saves meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
