On a field of red one gold starRaised above his head Raised above his head He was not like any other He was just like any otherAnd the song they bledWas
Ooo ooo Ohh the story's told been told, retold From the secret scriptures to the tabloids All the fuss and fight none above a whisper From the soul of
One fine day these words I pray Will breathe a truth Within yourself upon a shelf A life anew So many roads It's hard to know what to do All your dreams
Hey there Come and take a walk with me Stroll into infinity We'll stroll along until the dawn is gone And ma-ma-midnight Take it to the twilight Just
Ours is just another skin Simply slips away You can rise above it It will shed easily It all will come out fine I've learned it line by line One common
On a field of red one gold star Raised above his head Raised above his head He was not like any other He was just like any other And the song they bled
You say, hey The state of the union Is fine, fine, fine, fine, fine I got the feelin' that you're Lyin', lyin', lyin', lyin', lyin' And you say the state
In the garden of consciousness Lies in fertile mind, the dormant seed Blooming into charity Conscience breathes a sigh of relief Confessions of sleep
What is the system that gets around? Recruits hearts with its timeless rhythm The young glow but old men know It's all a part of some crazy schism Comin
I looked upon the book of life Tracing the lines of face after face Looking down at their naked feet Bound in chains bound in chains Chains of leather
Hail brother The distant thunder Is nothing but hearts Beating as one Dance of a million On God's pavilion Come come Beat on your drum, drum Awake people
(Smith/Ray/Kaye/Shanahan/Daugherty) On a field of red one gold star Raised above his head Raised above his head He was not like any other He was just
ترجمه: اسمیت ، پتی. هو Gung.
: (Smith/Kaye) I was alone and content in my world Dancing on air You sent to me a message that said I like your style Will you come to the temple tonight
: (F. Smith/P. Smith) What is the system that gets around Recruits hearts with its timeless rhythm The young glow but old men know It's all a part of
: (Smith/Daugherty) In the garden of consciousness In fertile mind there lies the dormant seed When blooming as charity Conscience breathes a sigh of
: (Smith/Shanahan) Hey there Come and take a walk with me Stroll into infinity We'll stroll along Until the dawn is gone Midnight take it to the twilight
