Ernie Botts + The Miseries - Waters + Dreams текст песни

For a hangar, or whatever the hell this used to be, it's not so bad. Kinda damp.

Wake up. Wake up. Wake up.

Dreams are just the body's way
Of testing ourselves
But you know there's just one way
To touch the soul
A small boy lays down
At the lapping wave
A small white piece of paper
He has fashioned into a boat
And all he can do now
Is dream of where it will go

Into the waves
Into the waves
Into the waves
Into the waves

Wake up underneath pink sand
Reach out for driftwood
Open your mouth to breathe
Dry ash fills your lungs
Three lonely carnations
And a small black hat
Where will it go
Only Luna knows
Where will it go
What happened to the snow

A thunder claps
A large wind flows
A thunder claps
A large wind flows
It goes

Into the waves
Into the waves
Into the waves
Into the waves