With history, your bluest grace Falls apart, cascading down Speak to me of beautiful hate Of island chains swept with the tide The coral leis of a conquering king
They're swept away Oh, but not lost.
Beneath the waves of trembling stars The roads wind towards The windward side My soul is saved by these city lights My face is framed by the blanket of night
They're swept away Oh, but not lost.
Was I too proud to say, or to wish for Words that I knew were forbidden? Because I don't want to know I didn't want to see what I saw When I looked in the distance
They're swept away Oh, but not lostTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
