Just to jog your memory....
Is it a kind of dream,
Floating out of the tide,
Following the river of death downstream?
Or is it a dream?
There's a fog along the horizon,
A strange glow in the sky,
And nobody seems to know where you go,
And what does it mean.
Oh, is it a dream?
Bright eyes,
Burning like fire.
Bright eyes,
How can you close and fail?
How can the light that burned so brightly,
Suddenly burn so pale?
Bright eyes.
Is it a kind of shadow,
Reaching into the night,
Wandering over the hills unseen,
Or is it a dream?
There's a high wind in the trees,
A cold sound in the air,
And nobody ever knows when you go,
Or where do you start.
Oh, oh, into the dark
2006-12-14
14:58:25
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8 answers
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Tequila in Jakarta
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