Your dreams are made of glass They're fragile like a Cristmas-tree ball and when you ever ask if this is really all there's to it I think you knew it's going Down, down, it is going down breathe, freeze, it's a cold, cold breeze Round, round, only turning round Run, run, death and life are one. Your wishes are of smoke they vanish high in the air and when you ever hope that something was really there It's gonna fool you gonna cool you - going Down, down, it is going down breathe, freeze, it's a cold, cold breeze Round, round, only turning round Run, run, death and life are one. Daylight and nighttime Moonrise, wind is white, and shadows fly But we are ground bound and it takes power to die Ocean waves and quiet lakes Rainy days and ways that end - in vanished lands a beach of sand we're ground bound Run, run, death and life are one |
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