3 acessos
Once, we lit a candle in the
Cold dark street
And hoped the world would one day
Burst into flame
We spilled a cup of water there
In the desert heat
And dreamed the earth was drenched
In the grace of that sweet rain
Now you're the catch in my throat
Was I in your dream of last goodbyes?
Now you're the thorn in my heart
Was I a flash in your eyes?
Once, we pulled some angels from
Our magic hats
Then we danced with them along
The scenic routes
Here is the dreamroom where we
Left our tracks
And dared to imagine what it
All was all about
And cohen was singing
"if it be your will"
And we heard him singing
"if it be your will"
Once, we painted pictures most the
World would never see
And hung them up on nails that held
God's feet and hands
We built a playhouse
In a fallen tree,
That you'd be first to leave
Was never in our plans
Feels like the late great's
Around us here (repeat)