Hey can you follow, Now that the trace is fainter In the sand Try turning your face to the wall Can you still read me Now that the chase is wilder In your hand Try losing your place in the sun
All the praises of the dream Turned to tangles in the trees All yesterday's fine chariots Turned to buses in the street
Can you still hear me Now that the songs ar moving Into night Try sleeping with the dancers in your roomTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
