Tytuł: Jestem z kamienia

• Wykonawca: Ryszard Rynkowski
• Wyświetleń: 424

  
   Your skin is cold, but
  the sun shines within your hold
  Your hair is gold, but you see through a goldfish bowl
  I feel old, sick and tired
  We walk the streets, gently staring, wondering what to do
  The sun in sheets, pouring down those streets to eyes green and blue
  And a ship with eight sails could come 'round the bend
  Or a herd of bulls charging stop lights red
  I'd be blind
  
  Chorus: You broke my heart Danny Boy
  Not your fault Danny Boy
  
  I was hanged at the doorstep, played like a two to a fourset
  Had like poor Job in the bible by God
  Day comes I wake, I wake with a hard heartache
  I go down to your place
  We sit and chat, chat about New York
  and trips to the bayou
  My smile a trick, tricking me and trying not to scare you
  And a ship with eight sails could come 'round the ben
  Or a herd of bulls charging stop lights red
  I'd be blind
  
  Chorus