When the mist of the morning falls from the faith, a silence calls Everything is growing near to the shadows, why I`m here. Fly on the wind of my soul a blinding light, hands are cold.
When it`s rainy and wet You`re nowhere to be seen When it drys out you bet You`re right back on the scene And when the clouds begin to form You`re always hiding from the rain And when the sun begins to shine You`re always first in...
It`s such a disappointing thing to know. I grow old never knowing where you live. It`s such a disappointing thing to know. I grow old never knowing what you did. Wanted to find out where you came from.