the water's edge in my dream
cannot
as you scream
IT
can't be that cold the ground is still
this place is so quiet
sensing that storm
down
want to be
let me be your this will be my testimony, show me round your fruitcage, 'cos I will be your honey bee, open up your ruitcage, where the fruit is as sweet as can be
I WANT TO BE YOUR
SLEDGEHAMMER
ALL MADE
Real
are the dreams
all of those cars were once just a
all of the
DREAM in somebody’s
The place IS a small town THEY USE SMALL
am smarter than that I WORKED OUT
ENOUGH
THE BIG CITY much stuff
And I will pray to a big god,
BIG
I'm on m
Oh y
where I come from
they think so WORDS, BUT N OT M E
I'll be a big noise, with all the big boys
I WILL OWN as I kneel in the big church
my way
yes!
I'm making it
your eyes
the light the heat
I am complete
IN YOUR EYES doorway see the to a thousand churches
IN YOUR EYES the resolution of all
the fruitless searches
In your eyes I SEE
In your
I want to be that
“Yo trato de hacer cosas que me resulten interesantes a mí. No me preocupa mucho el éxito que puedan tener o no” PETER GABRIEL