Chapels

When I’m shivering in the morning dust again

Then I sliver stale bread and give it to the doves

They are fluttering around me at the old marketplace

And I worship somehow when we’re thinking out loud

What's the chapel of mine?

I begged you as we walked the brown meadows

All the colours were much more intense 'cause it’d rained before

And the chapels I know are warm and inside

Are multi-entwined aisles I need to define

So that I could see its tortuous structures

I thought that you

Could lead me through

When I’m shivering in the morning dust again

Then I sliver stale bread and give it to the doves

They are fluttering around me at the old marketplace

And I worship somehow when we’re thinking out loud

What's the chapel of mine?

I begged you as we walked the brown meadows

All the colours were much more intense 'cause it’d rained before

What's the chapel of mine?

I begged you as we walked the brown meadows

All the colours were much more intense 'cause it’d rained before

You believe to be on an ill-fated ship

But got enough time, live a satisfying life on it

And where all common sense is gone

People want the chapels for their own

You believe to be on an ill-fated ship

But got enough time, live a satisfying life on it

And where all common sense is gone

People want the chapels for their own

And where all common sense is gone

People want the chapels for their own

And where all common sense is gone

People want the chapels for their own

And where all common sense is gone

People want the chapels for their own

And the chapels I know are warm and inside

Are multi-entwined aisles I need to define

So that I could see its tortuous structures

I thought that you

Could lead me through

Enviado por: Daiane Montt