Текст песни Matthews Wendy - Friday`s Child
Matthews Wendy - Friday`s Child слова песни
Just when I lose my touchYou come up and touch meJust when I can`t find the wordsYou run up and tell meI`m off in the distance, out of time, out of placeYou always save a trace forFriday`s child, Friday`s childAt times I drift too far from shoreYou get the life line to meWhen I fight my holy warYou tell me what it`s good forI walk in your footsteps when the road gets too wildYou go the extra mile forFriday`s child, Friday`s childI see it like a silver screenYou see just what you likeWhen I can`t see anythingYou make the world turn my wayYou make the world turn my wayI walk in your footstepsThe road`s hard to findYou stand the test of timefor Friday`s child