Johnny Foreigner 앨범 : You Thought You Saw A Shooting Star But Yr Eyes Were Blurred With Tears And That Lighthouse Can Be Pretty Deceiving With The Sky So Clear And Sea So Calm
Snaking thru the station crowds on 2 hours sleep feels like ghosting.
Feels like christmas and sometimes it is.
And the snow hangs static.
Some nights I feel like Roger Peterson seeing the mountain.
I’ve got the yoke in my hands and I can't change anything.
You are the colour of a great ending.
These reruns start again;
Some nights I feel like the mountain and you are the plane.
Tracing lazy flight paths with my fingers on the window and waiting, I see yr house from the clouds and I wouldn’t change anything.
You are the colour of a great ending and I’m coming home.
Snaking thru the station crowds on 2 hours sleep feels like ghosting.
Feels like christmas and sometimes it is.
And the snow hangs static.
Some nights I feel like Roger Peterson seeing the mountain.
I’ve got the yoke in my hands and I can't change anything.
You are the colour of a great ending.
These reruns start again;
Some nights I feel like the mountain and you are the plane.
Tracing lazy flight paths with my fingers on the window and waiting, I see yr house from the clouds and I wouldn’t change anything.
You are the colour of a great ending and I’m coming home.
Snaking thru the station crowds on 2 hours sleep feels like ghosting.
Feels like christmas and sometimes it is.
And the snow hangs static.
Some nights I feel like Roger Peterson seeing the mountain.
I’ve got the yoke in my hands and I can't change anything.
You are the colour of a great ending.
These reruns start again;
Some nights I feel like the mountain and you are the plane.
Tracing lazy flight paths with my fingers on the window and waiting, I see yr house from the clouds and I wouldn’t change anything.
You are the colour of a great ending and I’m coming home.