Текст песни cowboy junkies - Darkling Days
cowboy junkies - Darkling Days слова песни
The beautiful is not chosen.The chosen becomes beautiful.The beautiful is not chosen.The chosen becomes beautiful.Please do not forsake me now,Sparkling goneWith darkling saysI drift at times I know its trueBut I always drift on back to you.The beautiful is not chosen.The chosen becomes beautiful.I have never tired ofManna falling from aboveWhen conscious thoughtMeets careless heartAnd two lost souls find one fresh start.Lie me upon the earthFeel its curve beneath our spines,Soon well follow it around,One lost soulFinally found.The beautiful is not chosen.The chosen becomes beautiful.These are known as darkling daysRhyming schemes gone askewCrackling gifts of light and air,Exploding words,Ours to share.The beautiful is not chosen.The chosen becomes beautiful.