Текст песни Level 42 - Lasso The Moon
Level 42 - Lasso The Moon слова песни
She carries the water from the well in the morningWhile the sand burns her feet the sun only staresAnd the loneliness lingers with slow grasping fingersAs the afternoon withers the flowers in her hairThen night fills the sky as she sits on the hillsideAnd memories drift by like clouds past the starsRecalling romances and all the bright chancesBut none of them lasted. they passed through her heartAnd she says -Where is a man who can build a good fireWith a passion as wide as the sky at high noonA man whose hand is strong as his longingWhere is the man who can lasso the moonShe falls asleep and her dreams are her blanketAnd she shares with the moon the secret she knowsAs the dawn leaves its tears to wash the dry valleyThe tears of a woman can wash a mans soulAnd she says -Where is a man who can build a good fireWith a passion as wide as the sky at high noonA man whose hand is strong as his longingWhere is the man who can lasso the moonAnd she says -Where is a man who can build a good fireWith a passion as wide as the sky at high noonA man whose hand is strong as his longingWhere is the man who can lasso the moonAnd I say -I am a man who can build a good fireAnd my passions as wide as the sky at high noonCome take my hand, its as strong as your longingJust say the word and Ill lasso the moon