Was a time
In a dark and secret place
From your lips a lullaby
But I was blind
To the shadows on your face
Sometimes a light can lie
Like a bolt out of the blue
No sweet dreams comin' true
The bitter cup you handed
me
I give back to you
I don't mind
If the mountains turn to dust
I'd say you were to blame
I don't care
If they crucify the just
And do it in your name
Like a bolt out of the blue
No sweet dreams comin' true
The bitter cup you handed
me
I give back to you
When you held me in your arms
And kissed my cares away
You said my fears were false
alarms
And love was here to stay
Marco Giunco |
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