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sábado, 14 de janeiro de 2012

The eagle will rise again (The Alan Parsons Project)


And I, could easily fall from grace
Then another would take my place
For the chance to behold your face

And the days, of my life are but grains of sand

As they fall from your open hand
At the call of the wind's command

Many words are spoken when there's nothing to say

They fall upon the ears of those who don't know the way
To read between the lines, that lead between the lines
That lead me to you

All that I ask you is,

show me how to follow you and I'll obey
Teach me how to reach you, I can't find my way
Let me see the light, let me be the light

As the sun turns slowly around the sky

Till the shadow of night is high
The eagle will learn to fly

And the days, of his life are but grains of sand

As they fall from your open hand
And vanish upon the land

Many words are spoken when there's nothing to say

They fall upon the ears of those who don't know the way
To read between the lines, by following the signs
That can lead to you

But show me how to follow you and I'll obey

Teach me how to reach you, I can't find my way
Let me see the light, let me be the light

And so, with no warning, no last goodbye

In the dawn of the morning sky
The eagle will rise again
The eagle will rise again
The Alan Parsons Project