Текст песни Waiting - Never Dim
Waiting - Never Dim слова песни
I think I smell the sunsetThink I feel the close of dayClean shaven correspondentsAre all crowded at the gateSmell the oil from their torchesTheir voices growing more irateSheperd`s staves are crookedLeading every crooked wayAll the sheep lock their doorsYeah, they`re pulling down their shadesThe faithful looking in their mirrorsThe faithful growing old and grayBut I look at youYour eyes are clear and brightI see your faceIt`s an amazing sightYour glory LordIs still a burning lightThe light that all our faithless handsCould never dimThink I smell the sunsetThink I smell the death of dayPeople laughing at a funeralPeople dancing at a wakeAll the seasons blend togetherThis bird`s losing feathers everydayBut I look at youYour eyes are clear and brightI see your faceIt`s an amazing sightYour glory LordIs still a burning lightThe light that all our faithless handsCould never dimAnd everybody`s tired and scaredAnd begging unbeliefBut you have yet to break a sweatYou`re not afraidYou`re not afraidI think I smell the sunsetThink I feel the close of daySheperd`s staves are crookedLeading every crooked wayPeople laughing at a funeralPeople dancing at a wake