Blue – Get Down scritto da admin 19 Gennaio 2016 Flights of black horseman Soar o’er the churches Pursued by an army of birds in the rain None of them can see the clouds The polished wings don’t care Animal waves through the hazy Dreams full of pain Wings wetted down Stumbling on the ground It all turns around In the end, the end, the end The voices sound deadly Sometimes I hear Echoes of empires Spread throughout the sky Wings wetted down Stumbling on the ground It all turns around In the end, the end, the end Flights of black horseman Soar o’er the churches Pursued by an army of birds in the rain Wings wetted down It all turns around It all turns around In the end, the end, the end