Tytuł: Treasure

• Wykonawca: Erasure
• Wyświetleń: 219

I'm coming in, got the wood stove on
  At the end of a treasured day
  Take off my hat and shoes
  And I lay me down
  Lives have been lost and fortunes won
  A test of the will to survive
  See where the shadow falls
  And you stake your claim
  
  I dream of trees and roads
  I roam across the hills
  The sky is big, of deepest blue
  The clouds like smoky trains
  
  News coming in goes nation wide
  Not a grain of truth to be heard
  Lie to the ancient tribe
  In their mother tongue
  Wreaking havoc and wrecking lives
  Like a ball and chain to the skull
  Rise, see the eagle fly
  Spirit can't be broken
  
  I dream of trees and roads
  I roam across the hills
  The sky is big, of deepest blue
  The clouds like smoky trains
  
  I dream of trees and roads
  I roam across the hills
  The sky is big, of deepest blue
  The clouds like smoky trains
  (and I dream)
  
  I dream of trees and roads
  (and I dream)
  I ride across the plains
  (and I dream)
  The sky is big, of deepest blue
  (and I dream)
  The clouds like smoky trains
  (and I dream)
  
  I dream of trees and roads
  (and I dream)
  I roam across the hills