Deep inside of me Are the seeds of truth From the apple tree boulevard The essence of my ideas Come when the fruit twists And falls like tears To the ground
And the sands of time How they blur The edges of our dreams
Oh this island breeze Ruminates down rivers Back from the seas Which surround This place that we called our home That is no longer the pleasuredome It once was
Oh the sands of time How they blur The edges of our dreams
Snow falls in springtime I'm happy to leave you What once was all mine
Oh the sands of time How they blur The edges of our dreams
Oh the sands of time How they blur The edges of our dreams
Deep inside of me Are the seeds of truth From the apple tree boulevard The essence of my ideas Come when the fruit twists And falls like tears To the ground
Compositor: Damon Michael Gough (Badly Drawn Boy) (PRS)Editor: Badly Drawn Boy Music LtdECAD verificado obra #25844638 em 21/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM