ENVIAR LETRAS
Top 100
Lanzamientos de álbumes
Artistas
Comunidade
Francés
Portuguese
Inglés
Corrección Letra
The Birds of St. Marks (Live)
par
Jackson Browne
Regreso
Letra
Oh how sad they sound the songs the queen must sing of dying A prisoner upon her throne, the melancholy sighing If she could see her mirror now She would be free of those who bow And scrape the ground beneath her feet Silently she walks among her dying midnight roses And watches as each moment goes that never really knows us And so it seems she doesn't care If she has dreams of no one there Within the shadows of her room But all my frozen words agree and say it's time to Call back all the birds I sеnt to Fly behind her castle walls And I'm wеary of the nights I've seen Inside these empty halls Wooden lady turn and turn among my weary secrets And wave within the hours past and other empty pockets Maybe we've found what we have lost When we've unwound so many crossed Entangling misunderstandings But all my frozen words agree and say it's time to Call back all the birds I sent to Fly behind her castle walls And I'm weary of the nights I've seen Inside these empty halls Thank you.
videoclip
Tu nombre será publicado. Deje los campos en blanco para permanecer en el anonimato.
Enviar
Modal title
×
Insertar medios
Video URL?
(YouTube, Vimeo, Instagram, DailyMotion, Soundcloud)
×
Recuérdame
Contraseña perdida
Conectarte
Registrarse
