Tytuł: Flesh

• Wykonawca: David Gray
• Wyświetleń: 203

  
   As the bell must strike the hour
  As the west must stab the sun
  So our hearts
  must head the flow
  of deeper tides that run
  Far beyond this bare indifference
  That prosperity esteems
  Where the spirit
  raves and dances
  Through our very veins
  
  At winters edge you found me
  By the fields of wild gold
  My hands still filled with ashes
  From fires long cold
  You pulled me
  from the wreckage
  of bitterness and blame
  flung open the page
  And put some flesh on
  the bones of my dreams
  
  On the streets
  the blossom snowing
  And the drum is beating slow
  To hear you speak so clear
  Well I'm slicing through the fear
  Setting all the beacons
  blazing, baby oh!
  It's staring out plainer than ever
  Brighter than all the fools
  gold that gleams
  It's simply now or never
  Putting flesh on the bones
  of my dreams
  
  Putting flesh on the
  bones of my dreams
  Putting flesh on the
  bones of my dreams
  
  And they can plunder
  the cave of sorrows
  They can strip the gallery bare
  Try to build a fence
  around the visions
  In our heads, choke every spark
  In a cloak of despair
  But we got something
  they can't stifle
  With their price tags
  and picture frames
  Got a flower for every rifle
  Putting flesh on the
  bones of my dreams