His eyes are closed his face pale asleep On the ground a newspaper reads The blood has spilled again And you just dream my yellowman Yellowman The angels burn a torch to keep us warm His lungs are wide awake but he won't breathe He spits out the ocean and we dream Like goldfish in a bowl They think we're free Yellowman You're tying rocks to clouds to stay above the crowds The angels burn a torch to keep us warm The blood has spilled again And you just dream Yellowman You never see the bloodstains on the battlefield The angels burn a torch to keep us warmTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
