Will Cookson - Stickfigure Dreams - текст песни и слова, похожие исполнители

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Исполнитель: Will Cookson

альбом: Ghosts Of The Morning Sun

Had a dream last night
That we were birds and we could fly
Above the bright white clouds
In your felt-tip sky
And the fields far below
Were gold and green as the sun sank low
Behind the zigzag mountains
That you drew in the snow
And we sat on the lollipop trees
Kissed the summer breeze
Blowing from the oceans far away
Painted on the sand
The universe held in your hands
For the first time
If the colours in your pen
Could draw the world anew and then
We could live there as stickpeople
And feel whole again
We'd run into the streams
Swim through our dreams
And we'd sail upon the oceans far away
Build houses on the sand
Made of matchsticks in our hands
For the first time
And I'll meet you in my dreams
Your watercolour scenes
And we'll fly above the houses
Far away

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