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Tytuł: Question

  • Wykonawca: Moody Blues
  • Wyświetleń: 226
Why do we never get an answer
  When we're knocking at the door?
  With a thousand million questions
  About hate and death and war.
  
  It's where we stop and look around us
  There is nothing that we need.
  In a world of persecution
  That is burning in it's greed.
  
  Why do we never get an answer
  When we're knocking at the door?
  Because the truth is hard to swallow
  That's what the wall of love is for.
  
  It's not the way that you say it
  When you do those things to me.
  It's more the way that you mean it
  When you tell me what will be.
  
  And when you stop and think about it
  You won't believe it's true.
  That all the love you've been giving
  Has all been meant for you.
  
  I'm looking for someone to change my life.
  I'm looking for a miracle in my life.
  And if you could see what it's done to me
  To lose the the love I knew
  Could safely lead me through.
  
  Between the silence of the mountains
  And the crashing of the sea
  There lies a land I once lived in
  And she's waiting there for me.
  
  But in the grey of the morning
  My mind becomes confused
  Between the dead and the sleeping
  And the road that I must choose.
  
  I'm looking for someone to change my life.
  I'm looking for a miracle in my life.
  And if you could see what it's done to me
  To lose the the love I knew
  Could safely lead me to
  The land that I once knew.
  To learn as we grow old
  The secrets of our souls.
  
  It's not the way that you say it
  When you do those things to me.
  It's more the way you really mean it
  When you tell me what will be.
  
  Why do we never get an answer
  When we're knocking at the door?
  With a thousand million questions
  About hate and death and war.
  
  It's where we stop and look around us
  There is nothing that we need.
  In a world of persecution
  That is burning in it's greed.
  
  Why do we never get an answer
  When we're knocking at the door?