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WALK ON WATER |
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geschrieben am: 23.03.2001 um 05:39 Uhr
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Let's go down to the sound tonight.
Tide is low and we can walk on water.
Reel me in under that stary light,
just like a fishermans daughter.
Baby, when the bands and the barkers go home,
they say that Venus, she rises from out of the foam.
She dances on air and laughs at the moon
and watches young lovers in fiery dunes.
So are you willing to wait for the miracle,
willing to wait it through?
Are you willing to wait for the miracle,
or don't you believe they're true?
There's an old man sitting by the side of the pier.
He's got his cross and his camera and his bottle of beer.
He just sits all day and all through the night,
Praying for a vision or a heavenly light.
'Cause he's willing to wait for a miracle,
Willing to wait it through.
He's willing to wait for a miracle,
What else is he gonna do?
Now, me, I don't need a heavenly sign,
'cause I got the water and the wine,
so baby, please let your love light shine,
'cause we're all gonna meet our maker sometime.
That's why I'm willing to wait for the miracles,
willing to wait 'em through.
I'm willing to wait for the miracles,
but I just can't wait for you.
Let's go down to the sound tonight
and walk on water.....
-Marc Cohn-
Geändert am 23.03.2001 um 05:41 Uhr von krishna |
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