I was thinking today if you would remember you choose to remember I see you so near I hear your voice calling what you left me out there in the cold
Eager to please was just the way that he was Though his attempts there falling short Expectation, see he would tell of all his conquests Was he bragging
In the coolness of the morning Sparing moments here in magical tide I would meet you without question To share a starry gaze, a look through the sky
In the quiet morning There was much despair In the hours that followed No one could repair That poor girl Tossed by the tides of misfortune Barely here
I see the leaves of autumn changing falling turning what was green I see a door standing open, open to curiosity we could be together tear it all apart
Shards of glass cut through my gaze Broken streamers hanging at my legs Drunk and giddy full of fate At the cabaret Smokey stares from the bar do stray
This was once a city Harmony a common theme But these complications Now make life a bit uneasy This was once a city Hallowed buildings, scrape the sky
Out through the foggy window there just to see the eyes of my future children looking back at me back through the foggy window on and on miles pass years
struggle to free what escapes me Absalom hanging like you I?m caught in between Absalom hanging like you I?m caught in between Heaven then earth, heaven
A billion stars below me lay, circle slowly JFK So much there to see inside of a week They came looking for something new Try to press it flat inside
When the day ends and church bells are ringing When the valley is shrouded in snow When you're feeling that hope somewhere vanished And there's no poetry
Across the evening sky, all the birds are leavin' But how can they know it's time for them to go? Before the winter fire's, I will still be dreaming I
I saw time turn so much there to unlearn You were envy, you wouldn't say You tore heart strings that sorry day Dark light hid the tears One for each
billion stars below me lay, circle slowly JFK, so much there to see inside of a week they came looking for something new try to press it flat inside
Traduction: 10000 Maniacs. La Terre pressés à plat.
: This was once a city harmony a common theme but these complications now make life a bit uneasy hallowed buildings scrape the sky voices ride the
: Eager to please was just the way that he was though his attempts there falling short, expectation see he would tell of all his conquests, was he