Текст песни King Crimson - Exiles
King Crimson - Exiles слова песни
Now... in this faraway landStrange... that the palms of my landsShould be damp with expectancySpring... and the air`s turning mildCity lights... and the glimpse of a childOf the alleyway infantryFriends... do they know what I meanRain... and the gathering greenOf an afternoon out-of-townBut Lord I had to goMy trail was laid too slow behind meTo face the call of fameOr make a drunkyard`s name for meThough now this other lifeHas brought a different understandingAnd from these endless daysShall come a broader sympathyAnd though I count the hoursTo be alone`s no injury...My home... was a place near the sandCliffs... and a military bandBlew an air of normality.