Mother
This city is on fire tonight,Sweet forest fire silent and unseen,The sleepers awaken.Your eyes are open I know you’re smiling at me.Some people say you’re not here anymoreBut your trees stand proudAnd laugh and let them passSo mischievous and holy;And this is a question I’ll never want to ask.
There’s a moon out there and she wants to be growing.There’s a river down here and she wants to go back to the sea.I am your child, mother,Crying to be consoled.I recognize you now,Do you recognize me?
There’s a part of me that wants to be silent,Immersed in your movement,Stung by your grace.And here is your song, and I’ll sing it,I’m coming home,I’ve never been away.There’s a moon out there and she wants to be growing.There’s a river down here and she wants to go back to the sea.
I am your child, mother,Crying for you to console me.Now that I know you,Do you recognize me?
There’s a moon out here and she wants to be growing.Here’s a river down here and she wants to go back to the sea.I am your child, mother,Crying to be consoled.Now that I know you,Recognize me!
Radio London Up in smoke
Book of love in front of meTries to bite my chin;Angel right behind my shoulderWaits to do me in;I wish I had a heartTo walk me like a dog –But life’s a sweet thing,Going up in smoke.Used to be a passenger,Now they take me as their own;Used to be a fisher-kingBut now my cross is gone.I wish I had some faith,But all I do is talk –And life’s a sweet thing,Going up in smoke.We could be engineers,We could drive a coach;Could be real New AgeWith positive approach.I wish I still could laugh,I wish it was a joke –But life’s a sweet thing,Going up in smoke.Eloise
EloiseStanding in the rain outsideWondering if the sky is really made out of airThere she is, always looking right at meBut is she? I can’t really tellAnd I don’t really careEloiseSomething of the childSomething of the brideAnd sometimesJust not there.Help me, please,Discover about your secret lifeКонец ознакомительного фрагмента
Book of love in front of meTries to bite my chin;Angel right behind my shoulderWaits to do me in;I wish I had a heartTo walk me like a dog –But life’s a sweet thing,Going up in smoke.
Used to be a passenger,Now they take me as their own;Used to be a fisher-kingBut now my cross is gone.I wish I had some faith,But all I do is talk –And life’s a sweet thing,Going up in smoke.
We could be engineers,We could drive a coach;Could be real New AgeWith positive approach.I wish I still could laugh,I wish it was a joke –But life’s a sweet thing,Going up in smoke.
EloiseStanding in the rain outsideWondering if the sky is really made out of airThere she is, always looking right at meBut is she? I can’t really tellAnd I don’t really care
EloiseSomething of the childSomething of the brideAnd sometimesJust not there.Help me, please,Discover about your secret life
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