11 acessos
Let's face the quiet before the storm
Flying carpets we'll be gliding on
Don't you please disillusion me
Open your eyes for the promised land to be seen
Oh consider well which way you might go
Ravens certainly will not show
Standing on the corner with a mind delay
Ain't today tomorrow's yesterday
Memories surfing upon red waves
Time sometime hurts but time often saves
Slow motion pictures, coloured sounds
Fly fish jumping all aorund
You don't know 'bout the games they play
Only children instinctively know the way
Shall we apologise that we've been born
Instead of blowing the golden horn