Текстове на песни: The Samples. Prophet Of Doom.
How can I pretend there's no end sitting in this boat?
All alone on the sea just something drifting by
I always will remain somewhat grim about the future
But here I can dream I'm floating by your house
And the water turns to grass and disappears
Somewhere out in space there's a tree with someone underneath
Seeking shade from their sun that I can't even see
I'd like to see their face in alien moonlight
But now all around, the sea begins to stir
I'm reminded where I am they disappear
A mile or two below solid ground is waiting for me now
At least I will return to what I'm made of
How can I pretend there's no end sitting in this boat?
All alone and the sea will surely swallow me
I always will believe we still have a future of some kind
But now floating to your door
Floating to your door and the water turns to grass
Floating to your door
All alone on the sea just something drifting by
I always will remain somewhat grim about the future
But here I can dream I'm floating by your house
And the water turns to grass and disappears
Somewhere out in space there's a tree with someone underneath
Seeking shade from their sun that I can't even see
I'd like to see their face in alien moonlight
But now all around, the sea begins to stir
I'm reminded where I am they disappear
A mile or two below solid ground is waiting for me now
At least I will return to what I'm made of
How can I pretend there's no end sitting in this boat?
All alone and the sea will surely swallow me
I always will believe we still have a future of some kind
But now floating to your door
Floating to your door and the water turns to grass
Floating to your door
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