You were looking away from me, western skies calling you. Colors spilling, running dazzling you. I was looking the other way, voices call from the east, I saw my roots of the trees there planted at my feet. It could be I'm searching for a place so small with room for everything where worlds on worlds revolve. But how can we wait? I wouldn't hold you back. suppose I was the clere one and words came easy to me. I could say I was writing a song about you and me. Maybe that verse is yet tobe found, but waits inside of me, a secret room, a tangled web to unweave. But how can we wait knowing our ways, how can we hold on, still you know it's not too late.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
