Из альбома: To Our Childrens Childrens Children
A gypsy of a strange and distant time
Travelling in panic, all direction blind,
Aching for the warmth of a burning sun,
Freezing in the emptiness of where he'd come from.
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh,
Left without a hope of coming home.
Speeding through a shadow of a million years
Darkness is the only sound to reach his ears,
Frightening him with visions of eternity,
Screaming for a future that could never be.
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh,
Left without a hope of coming home.
Left without a hope of coming home.
Left without a hope of coming home.
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