I?ve been down this road ten times I would run, I would hide From the fears that ruled my mind And so I asked this guy We?ll call him Oz, call him wise
She is sitting all alone but he sent flowers All alone she sits there thinking this is not right She questions all her thoughts at home for hours He offers
Know what you're feeling It's all so real to you Through your glass ceiling You can't see the sky Your angels have fallen Your faith reads like fiction
They grew up in the shadow of the armory Land of freedom right out their back door Brothers near the middle of the century One of them had to go and fight
You lift me up to knock me down But I don't want to play your game I'm giving back this thorny crown And there'll be no one else to blame I used to think
Wait a minute, can we stop the car right here Can I take a picture here Can I have a second just to take in all the sights All the southern stars and
Traduzione: Clarks. Fast Cars Moving.