Shoeless in your favourite dress You walk the shore The waves caress your feet You don't really mind Gaily on a garden swing Who dares to care what tomorrow brings, or leaves behind? Don't let the clouds clutter up your sky Let the TVs turn off their weary eyes For who are we, you and I, in all that and all this?
Ceaseless are the hours you keep You ride the tides, the waves of sleep You meet yourself how many times? May we walk the afternoons The snows of winter, the flowers of june Each seasons rhyme
Don't let the clouds clutter up your sky Let the TVs turn off their weary eyes For who are we, you and I, in all that and all this?
Something lost came and found you Like the sea would surround you on the beach Throwing pebbles from the shore I was lost when I found you Is it me that surrounds you while out of reach? Throwing pebbles from the shore Don't let the clouds clutter up your sky Let the TVs turn off their weary eyes For who are we, you and I, in all that and all this?
Don't let the clouds clutter up your sky Let the TVs turn off their weary eyes For who are we, you and I, in all that and all this?
Shoeless in your favourite dress You walk the shore The waves caress your feet You don't really mindTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
