Текст, перевод и аккорды “Maker”
- (clarke / hicks / nash) Days of yellow saffron. Nights with purple skies. Melting in the sunbeams From my makers eyes. Mountain-colored lilac In the distant haze. I would like to lie here, Timing all my days Move past my window, Sunshine is shimmering Jack-o-lanterns glimmering, Giant moths are flickering around. See, the moon is hiding Underneath the sea. Pretty soon hell venture To take a look at me. So I humbly stand here Beneath his golden glow. Doesnt he remind me Of somebody I know? I must be leaving, Back to reality. Dont you just pity me? I could so easily stay here.
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