Текст песни Tom Cochrane - White Hot
Tom Cochrane - White Hot слова песни
Waiting by the shorelineIn somalia for your replyI need you to come see meThat`s no lieThe guns are getting closerThe sweat pours like dewThat fell from the trees in TripoliIn the springI`m white hotI can`t take it anymoreI`m white hotBy the somalian shoreYes i`m burning to the coreI need rainCast out from the jungleWith no rations or canteenFor selling faulty rifflesTo the thieves in tanzaniaAdventures and misfortuneNothing wagered, nothing gainedI have wandered through the desertFound the ocean not the rain I can remember the nights by the strand in TripoliWe were so much cooler thenI had you and my poetry to protect meWe were so much younger thenI need rainI`m white hotI can`t take it anymoreI`m white hotBy the somalian shoreI`m white hotYes i`m burning to the coreI need rain, I need rain, I need rainI can remember the nights by the sea in TripoliWere were so much colder thenI had you and my poetry to protect meWe were both soldiers thenBolder then, colder thenI need rain, I need rain, I need rainWhite hotWhite hot...Water