Can't see the wood for all of the trees Can't hear the wind for the breeze that whispers Voice in your head... you like what it said So what can you do but listen to it?
What kind of fool Lays all that's precious to waste? What kind of fool Leaves all their treasure to rust in the rain? They'll need it again when the sky clears What kind of fool Won't discover the jewel 'til the dust clears ? Fools like us...
Fools who want more than they've treasured before Wanting the dawn of the brightest morning Reach for the stars 'cause they're sweeter by far Than the moon 'though she's brighter And closer to you...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
