Текст:
it's not a question of wanting you
if i thought i could,
i would
as the clouds roll in at will,
and i got to keep moving,
to stand still
still
in the time it takes for you to wake,
the calm i feel has slipped away
and i am left here in this open space
it's not a question of wanting to
if i thought i could,
i would,
but the clouds roll in at will
and there's always something inside
that can't be killed,
that won't be still
in the time it takes for you to wake,
the calm i feel has slipped away
and i am left here in this open space
the sufficating choice of
the sufficating choice of
the sufficating choice of anyway
if i thought i could,
i would
as the clouds roll in at will,
and i got to keep moving,
to stand still
still
in the time it takes for you to wake,
the calm i feel has slipped away
and i am left here in this open space
it's not a question of wanting to
if i thought i could,
i would,
but the clouds roll in at will
and there's always something inside
that can't be killed,
that won't be still
in the time it takes for you to wake,
the calm i feel has slipped away
and i am left here in this open space
the sufficating choice of
the sufficating choice of
the sufficating choice of anyway
