Текст песни Blue Oyster Cult - Wings Wetted Down
Blue Oyster Cult - Wings Wetted Down слова песни
Flights of black horsemanSoar oer the churchesPursued by an army of birds in the rainNone of them can see the cloudsThe polished wings dont careAnimal waves through the hazyDreams full of painWings wetted downStumbling on the groundIt all turns aroundIn the end, the end, the endThe voices sound deadlySometimes I hearEchoes of empiresSpread throughout the skyWings wetted downStumbling on the groundIt all turns aroundIn the end, the end, the endFlights of black horsemanSoar oer the churchesPursued by an army of birds in the rainWings wetted downIt all turns aroundIt all turns aroundIn the end, the end, the end