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Dancing Shoes
- wykonawca: Fogelberg Dan
Waiting in the wings
Your courage sings before
you falter...
It's just another way to say
What's there but never
shows.
It's just another day to lay
Your sins before the altar.
And where it's going to end
this time around
Nobody knows.
Every time it seems that you
Have gained an understanding
Those devils at your heels
Reach up and try to tip the scales.
Waking from a dream
You see it's all been
Done without you.
And every vain attempt to
make it stay
Is destined to fail.
Chorus
Fury rages through your
restless days
Shades of time that's gone
before
Empty cages where the
prisoner plays
'Til the door swings closed
behind for evermore...
Evermore...
Evermore...
Long before we come of
Age we yearn to leave
The garden
And wrestle with a myth
The hand of fate
Has faintly drawn.
But somewhere on the way
We feel our hearts begin
to harden
And see just as we learn
to turn around
The garden is gone.
Fury rages through your
restless days
Shades of time that's gone
before
Empty cages where the
prisoner plays
'Til the door swings closed
behind for evermore...
Evermore...
Evermore...
Waiting in the wings
Your courage sings before
you falter...
It's just another way to say
What's there but never
shows.
It's just another day to lay
Your sins before the altar.
And where it's going to end
this time around
Nobody knows.
Every time it seems that you
Have gained an understanding
Those devils at your heels
Reach up and try to tip the scales.
Waking from a dream
You see it's all been
Done without you.
And every vain attempt to
make it stay
Is destined to fail.
Chorus
Fury rages through your
restless days
Shades of time that's gone
before
Empty cages where the
prisoner plays
'Til the door swings closed
behind for evermore...
Evermore...
Evermore...
Long before we come of
Age we yearn to leave
The garden
And wrestle with a myth
The hand of fate
Has faintly drawn.
But somewhere on the way
We feel our hearts begin
to harden
And see just as we learn
to turn around
The garden is gone.
Fury rages through your
restless days
Shades of time that's gone
before
Empty cages where the
prisoner plays
'Til the door swings closed
behind for evermore...
Evermore...
Evermore...