Текст песни Triumph - Blinding Light Show/Moonchild
Triumph - Blinding Light Show/Moonchild слова песни
And from where I standI reach my handTo catch a love blowBut the selfish stareThough electric airIs a blinding light showI see the faceThat has no placeBut somehow knowsThe truth is clearBut hiding hereIn the blinding light showThe blinding light showThe place is strangeThe colors changeThe dancer slowsAnd shifts his paceAnd lifts his faceInto the blinding light showA naked heart isQuickly torn apartAnd the burning growsWhen you try to thinkIt only makes you sinkInto the blinding light showThe blinding light showThe blinding light showAnd while the crowd keepsCalling out "Hoorah"Their greedy handsKeep clutching out"Hoorah, hoorah, hoorah"The aimless mob is calling out"Hoorah"And unseen candlesBurning out"Hoorah, hoorah, hoorah"The blinding light showThe blinding light showAnd the sounds of truthRing hollowIn this pretense world of showAnd the footlightsBurn their pathwaysAs the profits come and goAnd the seeming some-day singerLives the Carney Barker`s dreamSelling all by saying nothing inThe language of a screamThe language of a screamAnd the blind shallLead the sightedAs we lose the candle glowNo one knows tomorrowIn the blinding light showThe blinding light showThe blinding light show