Letra de Dreams
There’s a place where the weather’s ever changing
The city’s steeple is a beacon to its home
The iron gates of heaven open up the doorway to the harbour
The city’s steeple is a beacon to its home
The iron gates of heaven open up the doorway to the harbour
And in the paper today there is no ink on the page
Because the writing is on the wall
Up the hill backwards
Speaking in tongues
You are a runaway
With nowhere to run
I don’t ever want to wake up
And realise I’m still dreaming of you
Can you feel the changes?
Changes in the weather
Stuck somewhere in-between the past and the future
And in the paper today there is no ink on the page
Because the writing’s written on the wall
Up the hill backwards
Speaking in tongues
You are a runaway
With nowhere to run
I don’t ever want to wake up
And realise I’m still dreaming of you
Because the writing is on the wall
Up the hill backwards
Speaking in tongues
You are a runaway
With nowhere to run
I don’t ever want to wake up
And realise I’m still dreaming of you
Can you feel the changes?
Changes in the weather
Stuck somewhere in-between the past and the future
And in the paper today there is no ink on the page
Because the writing’s written on the wall
Up the hill backwards
Speaking in tongues
You are a runaway
With nowhere to run
I don’t ever want to wake up
And realise I’m still dreaming of you
