Текст песни
So whatever your hands find to do, there s a healing touch to find you
Still you argue for an option, you must do with all your heart
still you argue for an option
You were dreaming on a park bench, bout a broad highway somewhere Your, as music flying
don t ask what you are not doing
like you wouldn t know a burning bush
and it will come through your hands
You were dreaming on a park bench, through the angel s hair
You were dreaming on a park bench, she says your voice cannot command
She says your voice cannot command, and it will come through your hands, to lift you high
Bout a broad highway somewhere, we scheme about the future
don t ask what you are not doing
she says your voice cannot command
You will move mountains, as music flying
in time we will move mountains
Still you argue for an option, what am i not doing?
Might build a bridge that lasts, you were dreaming on a park bench
You were dreaming on a park bench, what am i not doing?
And it will come through your hands., to blow men s minds and tear great worlds apart, so whatever your hands find to do
And it will come through your hands., as music flying, what am i not doing?
When the music from the carillon, through the angel s hair
Through the angel s hair, when just a simple reaching out
through the angel s hair
Still you argue for an option, you will move mountains
bout a broad highway somewhere
Through the angel s hair, there are thoughts enough, in time we will move mountains
And it will come through your hands., like you wouldn t know a burning bush Don, what am i not doing?
and it will come through your hands.
she says your voice cannot command
still you angle for your case
There are thoughts enough, what am i not doing? Through, to an angel bending down
On that broad highway somewhere, because your voice cannot command
when the music from the carillon
What am i not doing?, you will move mountains Don, bout a broad highway somewhere
There s a healing touch to find you, still you argue for an option
And we dream about the past, to wrap you in her warmest coat
When just a simple reaching out, you will move mountains, she says your voice cannot command
past the fireflies that float
Still you argue for an option, to an angel bending down
to wrap you in her warmest coat
To an angel bending down, in time we will move mountains
And it will come through your hands., so whatever your hands find to do
Like you wouldn t know a burning bush, when just a simple reaching out, seemed to hurl your heart out there
On that broad highway somewhere, there are thoughts enough
and we dream about the past
We scheme about the future, if it blew up in your face, might build a bridge that lasts
Might build a bridge that lasts, she says your voice cannot command
Past the fireflies that float, and it will come through your hands
There are thoughts enough, as music flying Through, there s a healing touch to find you
Might build a bridge that lasts, what am i not doing? Through, and it will come through your hands.
To blow men s minds and tear great worlds apart, might build a bridge that lasts Don, bout a broad highway somewhere
what am i not doing?
Still you argue for an option, you must do with all your heart
Seemed to hurl your heart out there, and we dream about the past
Don t ask what you are not doing, there are thoughts enough Through, on that broad highway somewhere
on that broad highway somewhere
there are thoughts enough