Текст песни Marty Willson-Piper - How Come They Don`t Touch the Ground
Marty Willson-Piper - How Come They Don`t Touch the Ground слова песни
Even yesterday has gone awayHas tomorrow ever comeWill next week last foreverHow come it`s funny but it`s not funHave the fingers slipped, has time been cutHas the face misled the eyeBreak the glass let me out of hereWhy doesn`t six come after fiveTurning, turning round and roundMy feet are burningHow come they don`t touch the groundI play a game on the paving stonesThe cracks seem so small to meI suddenly shrink and meet some insect friendsAnd need binoculars to see across what now is wide to meThey close the doors on another trainThe windows dirty as the floorYou can play games with your reflectionsBut I don`t do that anymoreI got up to leaveBut something I couldn`t see--stopped me