What do I know, where should I go Telling me things that I can't see Who am I now, je suis enfant Who am I now, il y a longtemps The light and the chill, fermer les cils Open your ears, listening leaves Distance device, crossing the line Taken in kind,

My theory of the crows Where crybabies cry In the united states Bright white on both sides Like a plate Nobody listens Nobody should It'd be a waste of attention Not enough money

Wanna put this song on replay Play you everywhere I go I can listen to it all day I can listen to you all day Hear you all day (I wanna) put you on repeat Everywhere I go Put you on repeat

Bow your head In the sea of red There are stories to be told As the years go by All the memories unfold Now look and listen as you walk around And you'll hear voices on the wind Those lonely whispers from this hallowed ground

Take me to the magic of the moment On a glory night Listening to the wind of change Where the children of tomorrow dream away In the wind of change I follow the Moskva Down to Gorky Park Where the children of tomorrow share their dreams With you and me

And there's nowhere to go Where it's so white as snow Listen what I say, oh Deep beneath the cover of another perfect wonder Privately divided by a world so undecided Running through the field where all my tracks will be concealed Step from the road to

There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun It has been the ruin of many a poor girl And me, oh, God, I'm one If I had listened to what my mother said, I`d have been at home today, But I was young and foolish, oh, God Let a rambler lead me

I just can't let go, go Baby don't you worry, I don't know where to start Should I listen to the voices in my brain or my heart? I must find a way to say that when all is said and done I broke it down but your heart was sore It's gonna take much more to

Lord lord mother, you're all losing love Lord listen lover, you're all missing mama Fingerprinted waiting for the train You're working for the police and the private, the pirates and the pilots Get straight, wait here while I try to find the exit sign

Ferris wheel make our ride Soaking the summer in, Coppertone glistening Tracing the tattoos on your skin One, two, three months fly Like a blink in your blue eyes In beach town Caught in that beach blonde salt sand tide Where young love rolls in fast as