The Open Road,
Like a blue horizon
And you could see for Miles
So we could submerge right here
And we should bring our hearts there
Top of the White trees
Would mean nothing to us
Nor the silent whispers
From the souls of glass
Nor The Silent WhispersThe Open Road, Like a blue horizon And you could see for Miles So we could submerge right here And we should bring our hearts there Top of the White trees Would mean nothing to us Nor the silent whispers From the souls of glass |