4 acessos
Water drenched people
take me in from the rain
to a warm kind of heaven
where it's shining again
I've seen some faces
some old and some grey
but just like water
I let them slip away
And if I tumble
and if I tumble
When morning comes
I harvest my thoughts
they spread like plague
I hear them call
The bread in our mouths
the dirt on our hands
when she calls
And if I tumble
and if I tumble
I found a silent dream
and heald it for a day
but just like water
I let it slip away
When morning comes
I harvest my thoughts
they spread like plague
I hear them call