Текст:
(David Puckett/Sean Watkins)
When shadows fall, he'll close his eyes to hear the clocks unwind
Powerless to leash the hands of time
Kingdoms fall, the earth revolves, the rain will come this spring,
And nothing he could say would change a thing
Seven wonders crowed the man, knowing six are gone
And how the great illusion lingers on
He can't involve the sun or moon, the wind within his head,
But count the times he'll shout the great I am
When all the while, the parted smile, railing his disgrace
And never owning more than second place
Seven wonders crowed the man, knowing six are gone
And how the great illusion lingers on
Seven wonders crowed the man, knowing six are gone
And how the great illusion lingers;
Oh, the grand illusion lingers;
While the sad confusion lingers on
When shadows fall, he'll close his eyes to hear the clocks unwind
Powerless to leash the hands of time
Kingdoms fall, the earth revolves, the rain will come this spring,
And nothing he could say would change a thing
Seven wonders crowed the man, knowing six are gone
And how the great illusion lingers on
He can't involve the sun or moon, the wind within his head,
But count the times he'll shout the great I am
When all the while, the parted smile, railing his disgrace
And never owning more than second place
Seven wonders crowed the man, knowing six are gone
And how the great illusion lingers on
Seven wonders crowed the man, knowing six are gone
And how the great illusion lingers;
Oh, the grand illusion lingers;
While the sad confusion lingers on
