Tekstovi
A long summers day
Stretching out the cold
Searching for the answers
And some say I'm not alone
Could you tell me, where I might find fallen horses?
Their spirits they fly
Blinded by the whiteness
Staring at the sun
I'm wishing that I had wings
So that I could become one
Would you help me if I wanted to die?
I could ride off with horses tonight
Tell me, why?
Why, oh, why?
I said, why?
Why, oh, why?
And now that I've arrived here
I know I'm not alone
All my friends among me
Tell me, welcome home
But could you tell me, where I might find
The one I'm looking for?
'Cause her wings have arrived
Tell me, why?
Why, oh, why?
I said, why?
Why, oh, why?
Tell me, why? Why? Why? Why? Oh, why?
Tell me, why? Why? Why? Why? Oh, why?
Gregory Dean Camp, Kevin John Iannello, Michael Scott Klooster, Paul Gerard Delisle, Steven Scott Harwell
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