Текст:
Met her a thursday
Broken is the will
Golden is the word
Taken by the thrill
Shoulda known better
Shoulda worn my overcoat
Throw away the fur
Sink until I float
Oh it still hurts
Maybe you’re the one
Livin’ on the earth
I need a little faith
I’m livin’ in a dream
Carryin’ a heavy load
’cos I need someone who lives far away
I’m going down south, down to new orleans
Try to find another road
And still I live here with the curse
Don’t know why, I wake before the fall
Won’t you lead the way
I can hear the call
Maybe one day, I hope you’ll come around
Voices in the wind, above the ground
Broken is the will
Golden is the word
Taken by the thrill
Shoulda known better
Shoulda worn my overcoat
Throw away the fur
Sink until I float
Oh it still hurts
Maybe you’re the one
Livin’ on the earth
I need a little faith
I’m livin’ in a dream
Carryin’ a heavy load
’cos I need someone who lives far away
I’m going down south, down to new orleans
Try to find another road
And still I live here with the curse
Don’t know why, I wake before the fall
Won’t you lead the way
I can hear the call
Maybe one day, I hope you’ll come around
Voices in the wind, above the ground
