Popas de weekend

 

 

Raging waves sweep this heavy heart.
Cold is the colour of the dark.
Find a byway and climb that hill,
watch the thunder cast a spell.
What did you gain from love? – Don’t ask me!
All for the sweetest thrill…

I see a view from a hill – oh oh.
I see it perfectly clear and I cry for the
dreams that you kill – oh oh,
view from a hill, and it’s only a moment away.

Love is a rainfall, hard on the head,
no escape though you’re soaking wet.
Leave me blinded by your light.
Leave me stranded alone tonight.
What did you gain from love? – Don’t ask me!
All for the cheapest thrill…

I see a view from a hill — oh oh.
I see it perfectly clear and I cry for the
dreams that you kill — oh oh,
view from a hill, and it’s only a motion away.

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