Текст песни Abra Moore - Sweet Chariot
Abra Moore - Sweet Chariot слова песни
The rider rides with a clickety-click And the timer stops for a second or two You got your hands in your pockets, and you`re lookin` ahead You got no time, you draw the fine line But look, see the juggler throws his sticks in the air He don`t care He`s got them angels from below, they`ll keep his time Ever true Time isn`t after you You can`t hold on to it or keep pushing away Just sitting around in your wishing well Paint a wish for you, paint a wish for me just the same The poet throws her words in the air She don`t care She`s got them angels from below, they`ll keep her words Ever true Speak to me in the way that you do And I could be taken back to the days of that old jacket Push me in your way, and you hold me down You hold me, hold me, hold me I kinda like that. The lightning pushes on through the air We don`t care We`ve got those angels from below, they`ll keep our time Ever true Time`s tickin` away You got no time You draw that fine line Between you and me