Текст песни Counting Crows - Lightning
Counting Crows - Lightning слова песни
Its crazy but often clearBut often clearWe shimmer and disappearIn color, in black and whiteBlack and whiteWe slowly fade out of sightBut these days were lit by lightningThese lights all were whiteIts crazy but somehow clearSomehow clearWe ride in silence out of fearWe spoke and soon come aliveCome aliveWe prefer the silence of the blindBut these days were lit by lightningThese lights all were whiteThese days were lit by lightningOf sharp,light,sharp,white,light,hard,good,whiteWere crazy but often kindOften kindEnrage and in violence blindYou gather, and that aloneThat aloneWe race in small circles homeBut these days were lit by lightningThese lights are were whiteThese days were lit by lightningOf sharp, white, lightThese days were lit by lightningThese lights are were whiteThese days were lit by light