Słowa
słowa do nauczenia się
(L. Stansfield/I. Devaney/T. Gomwells)
I look at the sky to where my future's lying
And I almost start to cry
Blinded by the sun I'm trying to hold onto
The very last of precious time
Then I start to thinking what a mess we're making
And it won't get better by & by
Well we can paint it up and make it pretty but
We cannot overstep the line
Chorus:
We cannot overstep
We cannot overstep the
We cannot overstep the line
So many baby's arms with nothing to hold onto
But just a precious flake of life
